IN MEMORIAM, A BEAUTIFUL ROSE FROM ASHES BORN.

Oh, sacred spot where ashes rest, Where thy dear form is laid away, ’Way from our sight so calm, serene, Only waiting the judgment day; Lo! from thy heart a rose is born, Like thy soul with beauty and grace, Opening its petals o’er thy grave, Yes, shedding its perfume through space. Like bird on the wing a message As sweet as the nightingale’s song, Pure as the rose leaves o’er thy breast, Proclaiming to the world’s great throng, There is no death, sin, gloom or strife After we reach the other shore, From the ashes a rose is born, To bloom in God’s love ever more.