Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“ THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. L. O. Emerson.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sick - le
'Shall I have naught that is fair? " saith he;"Have naught but the beard-ed
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes. He kissed their droop-ing leaves;
"My Lord has need of these flow'rets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled;
"They shall all bloom in fields of light. Transplanted by my care,
And the mother gave, in tears and pain. The flowers she most did love;
O, not in cruelty, not in wrath. The Reaper came that day ”