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p. 1DOUBLE CARNATIONS    A wild Pink nestled in a garden bed, A rich Carnation flourished high above her,    One day he chanced to see her pretty head And leaned and looked again, and grew to love her.    The Moss (her humble mother) saw with fear The ardent glances of the princely stranger;    With many an anxious thought and dewy tear She sought to hide her darling from this danger.    The gardener-guardian of this noble bud A cruel trellis interposed between them.    No common