This plant is blooming out now, and nightly as I wend homeward I pluck
a handful of it, gathering along with its life the tranquil sunshine,
the autumnal notes of the cardinal passing to better lands, and all the
healthful influences of the fields. I shall make me a tribute of it to
the memory of her undying sweetness.

If God wills, when I fall asleep for good I shall lay my head beside
hers on the bosom of the Life Everlasting.