Explore "Flowers" by Mary Baker Eddy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ Mirrors of morn / Whence the dewdrop is born, / Soft tints of the rainbow and skies -- / Sisters of song, / What a shadowy throng / Around you in memory rise!
/ Far do ye flee, / From your green bowers free, / Fair floral apostles of love, / Sweetly to shed / Fragrance fresh round the dead, / And breath of the living above.
/ Flowers for the brave -- / Be he monarch or slave, / Whose heart bore its grief and is still! / Flowers for the kind -- / Aye, the Christians who wind / Wreaths for the triumphs o'er ill!
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., _May 21, 1904_.