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The gentian weaves her fringes, / The maple's loom is red.
My departing blossoms / Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness, / An hour to prepare; / And one, below this morning, / Is where the angels are.
It was a short procession, -- / The bobolink was there, / An aged bee addressed us, / And then we knelt in prayer.
We trust that she was willing, -- / We ask that we may be.
Summer, sister, seraph, / Let us go with thee!
In the name of the bee / And of the butterfly / And of the breeze, amen!