UPON our darling Fanny's grave,
The Pansies are in bloom:
What sweetest thoughts, unbidden, spring,
Beside her sacred tomb!
Forever, shall my memory dwell,
Upon that peaceful spot:
For one, so loved, my faithful heart
Needs no "forget me not!"
The lilies of the valley wave,
At Fanny's dearest feet:
While she, on flowers immortal, treads,
A thousand times more sweet.
Still may her loveliness attract
Our thoughts, and hearts above;
Till, through the Cross she clasped, we join
The Lily of our love!