Heaven Gained Another Angel

"Flowers are music from the ground 
From earth's lips spoken with sound ...
So go the flowers place to place
The sweetest friends of the human race;
Then finally the last place of all
Upon men's graves they gladly fall,
And lie there dreaming with their friends
Flowers with flowers, as the long day ends.
(Edwin Curran)

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