Excerpt from My Sister's Well-Rounded Life: A Memorial Epistle Addressed to a Family FriendWhy must the ¿owers die? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain. 0 doubting heart They only sleep below The soft, white, ermine snow, While winter winds shall blow.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.