LOVE'S ROOTS GROW DEEPER THAN THE TOMB.

                                           To David At Easter                                

                                         You live in Janeth's laughing eyes,

You speak with Barbara's tongue,

And Richard, reticent and wise,

Is you when you were young.

Love's roots grow deeper than the tomb

Beyond the reach of frost.

One flower will fade, one flower will bloom --

But spring is never lost!

                                               Ernestine Cobern Beyer