A Wreath Of Buds And Lavender Poem by Philip Henry Savage
A Wreath Of Buds And Lavender
DEATH has a power to fright the soul,
And unseat courage from control.
But when, by love and sorrow led,
I passed your door and looked, with dread
To see the symbols of the dead;
And found, in place of black despair,
Which I all-looked for, hanging there
A wreath of buds and lavender;
I blessed the heart that would out-brave,
For love, the terror of the grave.
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