Why Flowers Bid Farewell In February
CXXVI
The time of life, that's not quite summer yet
Why flowers bid farewell late February
A seemingly unnecessary death
But fair to grace his holy sanctuary
It may perhaps thy dwelling's worth had lapse
For days filled with much toil prevailed at last
Thy cherished memories failed to find the gaps
And yet all these thy love could not surpass
The kind and gracious hand who knows what's best
That shook a tree fell fruit that seem unripe
Pale lips unbreathe thy weary soul to rest
Will usher into blissful, endless life
Did 'ere such love could flow from orphaned tears?
Will spring to joy that lasts ten thousand years
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