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with her; and, considering with himself that such a gift was worth more than any marriage-portion whatsoever in another, he conducted her to the palace of the king, his father, and there married her.
As for her sister, she made herself so much hated that her own mother turned her off; and the miserable girl, having wandered about a good while without finding anybody to take her in, went to a corner in the wood and there died.
Talking in Their Sleep.*
EDITH M. THOMAS.
OU think I am dead,”
The apple-tree said,
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
The buds of next May
I fold away-
"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said, “Because I have started with stem and blade!
But under the ground
I am safe and sound
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here-
* From Harper's Third Reader, by permission of American Book Co.
“You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said, “Because not a branch or root I own!
I never have died,
But close I hide In a plumy seed that the wind has sown. Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again
I shall laugh at you, then,
The Child and the Lily.*
NNOCENT children and snow-white flower!
Well are ye paired in your opening hour, Thus should the pure and lovely meet, Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet.
White as those leaves just blown apart,
Artless one! though thou gazest now
Throw it aside in thy weary hour,
Keep that white and innocent heart.
Grow, and Keep on Growing. *
And sent his beams, so cheery,
Through a snow-bank damp and dreary,
Though the chill west winds were blowing,
“Grow, and keep on growing."
And the white roots burrowed lowly,
But the plants crept upward slowly;
And sighed, “It has just been snowing;
"Grow, and keep on growing."
Then the tiny mouths of the slender roots
Drank of the moisture springing
The food for their fruitage bringing.
Boulders their path bestrewing;
Grow, and keep on growing."