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Yes, it was indeed a chararden, and also had its fairy, who, if she

did not co herself on the tops of the

trees and the edges of the wall, was nevertheless as delicate as an elf,

and who tripped froracefully as the gazelle The whole spring, the whole youth of

nature, flashed and beamed from this beautiful maiden-face, so full of

childlike innocence, purity, and peace No stor features, not the sentle hand; freely and freshly had she blossomed in

luxuriant natural beauty; she had drunk the dews of heaven, but not

the dew of tears, for those deeply-dark bea eyes had wept only such

tears as where called forth by emotions of joy and happiness

She sat under abranches bent down to her as if

they would entwine that pure and tender broith a bridal wreath With

her head thrown back upon these branches, she reposed with an ini forolden

clasp, fell in waves to her feet, which were encased in gold-e rose was fastened by a dia boso

with the delicate flush upon her cheeks A guitar rested upon her full

round ar, this beautiful fairy child, but her

song was now silenced, and she was glancing up to the clouds, following

their htful eyes A smile hovered about