Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;

Friendship is a sheltering tree;

Oh the joys that came down shower-like,

Of friendship, love, and liberty,

Ere I was old!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Youth and Age.

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,

Death came with friendly care;

The opening bud to heaven conveyed,

And bade it blossom there.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Epitaph on an Infant.