To My Beloved Parents. In Memoriam.
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On your resting place I spread today Sweet blossoms on your bed of clay; Alas, what more here can I do But pray, dear ones, for both of you. The sun is setting in the west, With glowing colors you are blest; Thus here I stand, the declining day, With birds about you still at play. At night the stars shine over your bed, And silvery moonbeams over head, To guide your souls to heaven above, Where all is peace, eternal love. The meek, weeping willow sings the requiem To the birds that it shelters at night in their dream, And the wind wails softly over head, Sobbing and sighing—they are dead.