. Stories for the household . cco. Another prefers sitting among the overpower-ing scent of jessamine, or scenting himself with strong clove oil. Thisman seeks out the fresh sea breeze, while that one climbs to the highestmountain-top and looks down upon the busy little life beneath. Thus he spake. It seemed to him as if he had already been out inthe world, as if he had already associated with men aud known this experience arose from within himself: it was the poet withinhim, the gift of Heaven, and bestowed on him in his cradle. He bade farewell to his paternal roof in the Tree of th
. Stories for the household . cco. Another prefers sitting among the overpower-ing scent of jessamine, or scenting himself with strong clove oil. Thisman seeks out the fresh sea breeze, while that one climbs to the highestmountain-top and looks down upon the busy little life beneath. Thus he spake. It seemed to him as if he had already been out inthe world, as if he had already associated with men aud known this experience arose from within himself: it was the poet withinhim, the gift of Heaven, and bestowed on him in his cradle. He bade farewell to his paternal roof in the Tree of the Sun, anddeparted on foot through the pleasant scenery of home. Arrived at itsconfines, he mounted on the back of an ostrich, which runs faster thana horse ; and afterwards, when be fell in with the wild swans, he swunghimself on the strongest of them, for he loved change; and away heflew over the sea to distant lands with great forests, deep lakes, mightymountains, and proud cities; and wherever he came it seemed as if sun-. THE DEPARTURE OF THE THIRD BROTHER. shine travelled with him across the fields, for every flower, every bush,every tree exhaled a new fragrance, in the consciousness that a friendand protector was in the neighbourhood, who understood them andknew their value. The crippled rose bush reared up its twigs, unfoldedits leaves, and bore the most beautiful roses ; every one could see it, andeven the black damp Wood Snail noticed its beauty. I will give my seal to the flower, said the Snail; I have spit atit, and I can do no more for it. Thus it always fares with the beautiful in this world! said thepoet. And he sang a song concerning it, sang it in his own way; but no-body listened. Then he gave the drummer twopence and a peacocksfeather, and set the song for the drum, and had it drummed in all thestreets of the town ; and the people heard it. and said, Thats a well-constructed song. Then the poet sang several songs of the beautiful,the true, and the good. His s
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