We are sending you, dear flowers 
Forth alone to die, 
Where your gentle sisters may not weep 
O'er the cold graves where you lie; 
But you go to bring them fadeless life 
In the bright homes where they dwell, 
And you softly smile that't is so, 
As we sadly sing farewell. 
O plead with gentle words for us, 
And whisper tenderly 
Of generous love to that cold heart, 
And it will answer ye; 
And though you fade in a dreary home, 
Yet loving hearts will tell 
Of the joy and peace that you have given: 
Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!