But now, beside her early grave she stood,
With floral tokens of unfailing love
For the fair young wither’d flower beneath. 
Touching and beautiful the lovely sight
Of such devotion deep at friendship’s shrine. 
My sterner heart, in welling sympathy,
Throbb’d its response to this ennobling act
Of these fair sisters, and did them homage
Deep down within its silent recesses. 
Oh, when with them life’s fitful fever ends
May ne’er be wanted hand of sympathy
To strew affection’s token o’er their graves.

MERRY MAY.

Ethereal mildness, gentle showers. 
Springing verdure, opening flowers,
Apple blossoms, bobolinks,
Budding roses, blushing pinks,
Cherries snowy, peach buds sleek,
Rivaling a maiden’s cheek,
Balmy zephyrs, halcyon hours,
Song of birds and scent of flowers,
Vernal season, swelling spray,
All belong to Merry May.