Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. G. M. Poem by Fidelia S T Hill

Here are pansies to plant round thy tomb,
For thought, busy meddling thought,
Recalls what thou wert, and thy doom
Awakens the sadness it ought;
And sacred to Memory's shrine
A garland of rosemary see.
Tis meet we its boughs should entwine,
For ah! can we e'er forget thee;
Fond remembrance itself long shall dwell,
On scenes now for ever gone by;
Of thy worth, and thy gentleness tell,
And utter thy name with a sigh.
While tears shall unceasingly dew
The turf where thine ashes repose,
Till where weeds, and rank grass only grew,
Shall blossom the myrtle and rose,
And well may thy fair daughters weep
Round the tomb of a mother so dear.
They tend thy loved grave-bed and keep
There, the first and last sweets of the year;
We would not recall thee again,
Since we firmly believe thou'rt at rest,
That exempt from affliction, and pain,
Thou hast entered the abode of the blest.