Mountain Spring and Other Poems

<h2><SPAN name="EVES_FLOWERS" id="EVES_FLOWERS" />EVE'S FLOWERS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span>Eve must have wept to leave her flowers,<br/></span> <span>And plucked some roots to tell<br/></span> <span>Of Eden's happy, sinless bowers,<br/></span> <span>Where she in bliss did dwell.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>Roses and lilies, pansies gay,<br/></span> <span>Violets with azure eyes,<br/></span> <span>Her favorites must have been, for they<br/></span> <span>Seem born in paradise.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>And when they drooped, did she not sigh<br/></span> <span>And kiss their petals fair,<br/></span> <span>Thinking, &quot;Alas, ye too must die<br/></span> <span>And in our sorrow share&quot;?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>And then perhaps unto her soul<br/></span> <span>This answer sweet was given,<br/></span> <span>&quot;Like you we fade and perish here;<br/></span> <span>For you we'll bloom in heaven.&quot;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>Roses and lilies are the type<br/></span> <span>Of him who from above,<br/></span> <span>The lamb of God, gave up his life,<br/></span> <span>A sacrifice of love.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span>He was her hope in those sad hours<br/></span> <span>Of blight and sure decay;<br/></span> <span>The sin that drove her from her flowers<br/></span> <span>His blood could wash away.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />