. Our young folks [serial]. l you could hear was nothing but the same old Caw, caw ! thathe had said over and over for a hundred years. Then the Summer came to where poor Dandelion waited for her, sad andalone, and as she came her heart beat and shook the flower that glimmeredlike a star in the warm twilight of the dusky wood, and the sky burst forthinto crimson and gold, as if it were Autumn among the clouds as in the wood ;and while the rosy flame touched the Summers cheek, she looked down,and spied the trembling yellow flower, and instantly a tear sprang to her eyeas, stooping over it. she
. Our young folks [serial]. l you could hear was nothing but the same old Caw, caw ! thathe had said over and over for a hundred years. Then the Summer came to where poor Dandelion waited for her, sad andalone, and as she came her heart beat and shook the flower that glimmeredlike a star in the warm twilight of the dusky wood, and the sky burst forthinto crimson and gold, as if it were Autumn among the clouds as in the wood ;and while the rosy flame touched the Summers cheek, she looked down,and spied the trembling yellow flower, and instantly a tear sprang to her eyeas, stooping over it. she cried : O, all the other gifts were sweet and dear tome, for love is always so ; but this is the sweetest gift of all, for it minds meof the days when I was young ! So the Summer passed away in smiles and tears, the bright sky faded,and the music died on the dying western wind. And who slept and dreamedshe was a happy heavenly star that night, but poor little dusty Dandelion ! Clarence Cook. 1868.] Theme and Variations. 697. THEME AND VARIATIONS.
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