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第235章
SUMMER'S OBSEQUIES.
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!