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Ere long, they bore rave Never tired child lay down in his

white bed, and heard the sound of his playthings being laid aside for

the night, with a more luxurious satisfaction of repose than I knehen I felt the coffin settle on the fir mould upon its lid It has not the same hollow rattle within

the coffin, that it sends up to the edge of the grave They buried raveyard They loved me too rounds of their own castle, a primroses, and blue-bells, and all the

families of the woods

Now that I lay in her bosom, the whole earth, and each of her many

births, was as a body to reat

heart of theand nature I heard the footsteps of h one, and that the knight and the lady reentle, tearful words of hile large prirave,

and fro face, looked full in the

countenance of the lady I felt that I could manifest myself in the

primrose; that it said a part of what I wanted to say; just as in the

old ti for the saht her eye She stooped and plucked it, saying, "Oh, you

beautiful creature!" and, lightly kissing it, put it in her bosoiven an to

wither, and I forsook it

It was evening The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beah above the world I