Fallen Flowers

One of the workers of the world, Living toilcd and toiling dicd; But othtrs worked and the world went on, And was not changed when he was one, A strong arm stricken, a wide sail furlcd, And only a few men sighed. One of the flowers of the world Fought to conqüer. Uien fought to fall. And feil down slain in nis biood-stained mail, And over nis form they slept; His cause was lost aod his banner furledk And only a woman wept. One of the singers among mankind Sang heul ing songs from an o'erwrought hcitrt; But ere men hstened. the grass and wind Were wasting the rest, unsung like a wave; And now of his fame that wtll ne'er depart He has ncver heard in his grave. One of the women who only love Loved and grieved and faded away - Ah me ! are these gone to the God above, What more of each can I say? They are huinan flowers that rfower and fall, That is the song and the end of them all.