From the organ in the church sounded the music and the words of the beautiful psalms, which were written in the old book under the head of the dead one. The dead know more than we do who are living. They know what a terror would come upon us if such a strange thing were to happen, as the appearance of a dead person among us. The earth has been heaped on the coffin, and it is earth only that lies within it. But over the grave fresh roses bloom, the nightingale sings, and the organ sounds and there still lives a remembrance of old grandmother, with the loving, gentle eyes that always looked young.
Eyes can never die.
Ours will once again behold dear grandmother, young and beautiful as when, for the first time, she kissed the fresh, red rose, that is now dust in the grave.