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FRINGED GENTIAN.

God made a little gentian;

It tried to be a rose And failed, and all the summer laughed.

But just before the snows There came a purple creature That ravished all the hill;And summer hid her forehead, And mockery was still.

The frosts were her condition;

The Tyrian would not come Until the North evoked it.

"Creator! shall I bloom?"