. St. Nicholas [serial] . he time was fleeting. She became tired at last, butshe was determined to reach the end of the bow, discoverthe gold, and make the family rich. The vision of atired mother returning homeward to find herself and thefamily rich flashed through her active mind. Daisy sat down on a broad stone, beside a babblingbrook, to rest. She looked for her guide, the rainbow,but, alas! it had long disappeared. All hopes of becom-ing rich fled. She cried passionately, mingling hertears with the shady brook; and she seemed to hearmurmurs of sympathy from it. She became bewildered, and
. St. Nicholas [serial] . he time was fleeting. She became tired at last, butshe was determined to reach the end of the bow, discoverthe gold, and make the family rich. The vision of atired mother returning homeward to find herself and thefamily rich flashed through her active mind. Daisy sat down on a broad stone, beside a babblingbrook, to rest. She looked for her guide, the rainbow,but, alas! it had long disappeared. All hopes of becom-ing rich fled. She cried passionately, mingling hertears with the shady brook; and she seemed to hearmurmurs of sympathy from it. She became bewildered, and knew not where to go andwhat to do. As is always the way of lost people, shetook the opposite direction. Over hill, dale, and valleyshe wandered, weary and discouraged. But suddenly,as if by magic, she found herself in a large open moorwhere was a most beautiful view of the setting sun, asthe lingering rays were reflected in the neighboringriver. It was a perfect picture for an artist. Daisy 946 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. [ THE BROOK I KNOW. BY ROHERT Y. HAYNE, JR., AGE 12. (SILVER BADGE.) felt more light-hearted. But it disappeared. She wasalone in the night. The next day, at dawn, a party of hunters, headed bythe king of the country, found a tired little girl under atree, fast asleep. They took her home, and heard herpathetic story. The king granted the family a pensionand gave them a cozy home, and was their lifelong friend. THE FIELDS OF SUMMER-TIME. BY ROSE C. GOODE (AGE l6). {Gold Badge.)Away in the east the sky grows pinkWith a marvelous splendor bright,And the sun comes up like a golden ship Afloat on a sea of light;The dewdrops sparkle and gleam and fall;The birds awake and begin to , tweet! Twit, tweet! rings softand sweetOut over the fields of summer. The sun shines down in the noonday fair,While the daisies laugh and the bobo-links swing; While the butterfly dreams in a wild-rosecup;While the swallows dart and thethrushes sing. For in all the world there is
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