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Show DAISIES FOR THE LIVING FEET. (Baltimore Sun.) Daisies for the living feet, roses for the head. Crowned with burning jewels of dream while the blood beats red; Lilies for the living hands, blossoms for the quick. Laughter for the lamps of life burning duty's wick: They who died of yesterday sleep as God thinks best-Daisies best-Daisies for the living feet, roses for their rest! . Comfort for the toiling hands, blossoms for the feet Weary in the daily toil of the mill and street; Lilac at the gates of home and no dream but this: Little arms of child to twine, little lips to kiss; Little mother-heart to cheer, till her homely woes Vanish where the lip3 of love lean to beauty's rose. i Daisies for the living feet strew the path with bloom Where the loved who toil for us stumble through the gloom; Violets for the sacred dead; for the living, liv-ing, too. Velvet in their amaranth, silver in their dew; Music for the mourning heart singing on the hill Till the echoing voice of love reaches mart and mill! Roses for the mother-heart, burdened with its care; Roses for the lips of love singing on the stair; Daisies in the common way for the faet of strife Toiling in the steam and heat for ihe rose of life: Memory blossoms for the dead where they sleep the while Daisies for the living feet, song, for them, and smile! |