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ON A WALL-FLOWER FROM GETHSEMANE.
TO BE PLANTED NEAR MY INFANT'S GRAVE.
Welcome, sweet wall-flower, from that holy placeTo which the feet of Jesus ofttimes strayed
For calm seclusion in its olive shade:
Breathe here the sad traditions of thy race
Since that cold Paschal moon, when His bowed face
Bedewed the earth, with vernal blooms arrayed:
Here shed thy fragrance where my flower was laid,
And mix his memory with a Saviour's grace.
Thou comest from that sorrow-shaded ground
Where once Christ bore for us His grief untold;
Our blossom fair, transplanted hence, is found
Where now Christ walks yon glorious streets of gold:
We love the flower from dim Gethsemane,
And precious is our blossom, Lord, to Thee!
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