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!
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