...l come and make their quiet bed with thee, Beneath the shadow of that spreading tree; With thee to sleep through death's long dreamless night, With thee rise up and bless the morning light. Mrs. Hemans . No bitter tears for thee be shed, Blossom of being! seen and gone; With flowers alone we strew thy bed, O blessed, departed one! Whose all of life, a rosy ray, Blushed into dawn, and passed a...