In Unlikeliest Places - I looked for the fair-fringed gentian
- In the haunts where once it grew,
- But I found no trace in the likeliest place,
- Though I searched till the falling dew.
- So back I turned to the city,
- And was nearing the busy throng,
- When the waning light revealed to my sight
- The flower I had sought so long.
- I was weary and full of disquiet;
- I long for the highest and best;
- And I failed to find, in the friends once kind,
- An answer which gave me rest.
- But there came to me in my trouble
- A friend I had cast aside,
- And I thought of the day when the dusty way
- Could give what the field denied.
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- Unknown Author
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