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So the old horse was carried off to the back yard.
But nobody knew that his heart was broken!
THE MESSAGE OF THE LILY
"Little flower, little flower," said the birdie, "why are you so silent
and sad?"
"I am not sad, sweet sister," whispered the flower gently; "ah! no, but
I have seen an angel. Yestere'en, as I slept, my birdie, being all
aweary with gazing up into your bird-land home among the branches, and
watching the merry sunlight come and go, and strike shafts of golden
flame among the green, I dreamt of heaven and of the holy angels; and
lo! when I awoke, one there was who stood beside me, beautiful even as
is the sunlight or the dawn, and her voice, when she spoke, was low and
tender, like the restful ripple of the rain. And to the flowers, as
you know, my birdie, the hearts of the pure lie ever open and unsealed,
and I saw into her heart, that the thought of it was white and spotless
as a lily, and I saw that her thought was a prayer, and that she said,
'Dear Lord, I thank Thee for making this little flower so fair and
lovely, and I ask Thee that I may be, in heart, as pure and holy as
she!'"
MORNING
"Wake up, little flower, and hear what I have to tell you," said the
bird gaily, "for I, too, have seen your angel--and angel is she none,
but the fairest maiden from the town beyond the hillside."
And to her the flower made low reply:
"Can any one as fair as she be found out of heaven? And, moreover, I
looked into her heart, and saw that the thought of it was white, and
pure as the morning.
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