BLACK CAT POEMS
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To the Flowers
Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Bright little day
Scattered all over the earth,
Ye drape the house of mourning
And ye deck the hall of mirth.
Ye are gathered to grace the ballroom,
Ye are borne to the house of
Ye wither upon the snowy shroud,
Ye fade in the bride's jeweled hair.
Ye are relics of bygone ages,
To gladden the homes of the living,
And mourn on the graves of the dead.
poems by Martha Lavinia Hoffman