In Memoriam(In memory of Grandma Wells, written by her neighbor, Mrs. L. Hartman.)Put the flowers in the window,So that I may see them there;For tis but my form that’s resting In the grave you tend with care.For my spirit often lingers In the home where you stay;And I visit not the graveyard Where there’s nothing left but -j clay.So I whisper put the flowersIn the window of your room, , Where 1 can inhale their fragrance , As the buds in beauty bloom.As you pick the early blossoms,So I pluck them here for you;And though yours may fade andwither,Mine retain their brilliant hue.*• •Then when you shall come to join me In my home so bright and fair. You will find the flowers blooming And we can ail enjoy them there. '