{"newspaper_name": "Holly Springs gazette.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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Flowers for the humble poor.


Flowers for the weak and lone;
Let them gently, gently fall,


Where the weeds of Toll are sown,
Lifting up foul Discomfort,
From the lonely tenement,
AS the faintIng toilers there
CATCH breath of Heavens air.
Flowers! lay them by the bed,


Where the restless sick are lying,
Let their freshness heal the air.


Wounded by the sufferers signing;
Let his eye moment rest
Where its seeing may be blessed.
Ere they mingled their sweet breath
With the heavy one of Death.
Flowers for the rish and proud
Lay them in the costly room
Where Arts thick luxuriant air


May from Nature catch perfume.
And like whispering Angels start
Pity in the rich mans heart
Pity for some humble one,
Who of flowers and fruit hath none.
Flowers ! foraeach one of earth,


Under and above The sod.
That the dead may sweeter sleep,


And the living think of God,
When we from our walks of Sin,
See where his soft steps have been.
Leaving these to bless our eyes,
As glimpse of Paradise.