Elle était du monde, ou les plus belles choses
     Ont le pire destin:
  Et Rose, elle a dure, ce que durent les roses,
     L'espace d'un matin.

Earth ! guard what here we lay in holy trust ; 
  That which hath left our home a darkened place, 
Wanting the form, the smile, now veiled with dust, 
  The light departed with our loveliest face! 
Yet from thy bonds, undying hope springs free -- 
We have but lent our beautiful to thee ! 

But thou, O Heaven ! keep, keep what Thou hast taken, 
  And with our treasure keep our hearts on high ! 
The spirit meek, and yet by pain unshaken, 
  The faith, the love, the lofty constancy.' 
Guide us where these are with our sister flown,  --
They were of Thee, and thou hast claimed thine own !