If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . 174 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. She did as he requested and in a few moments sankinto a sweet sleep. The woman looked into her peace-ful face and smiled gently. Twas the best cure, husband, she said, it is wellthat we let her go. This is the life story that Gudrun herself told me aday or so ago, and while she was speaking a black-hairedboy came up and caught her with fierce affection in hisarms. This is Olafs son* she said. Olaf and his Indianwife both died and there was no one to care for the littleone. So, after all, you see (
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . 174 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. She did as he requested and in a few moments sankinto a sweet sleep. The woman looked into her peace-ful face and smiled gently. Twas the best cure, husband, she said, it is wellthat we let her go. This is the life story that Gudrun herself told me aday or so ago, and while she was speaking a black-hairedboy came up and caught her with fierce affection in hisarms. This is Olafs son* she said. Olaf and his Indianwife both died and there was no one to care for the littleone. So, after all, you see (with a smile of tenderestradiance), it is well that Gudrun SONNET. Love blossoms on the heights. The edelweissShould be its emblem rather than the the line of the eternal snows It blooms, component flame and dew and ice. Purer than pearls, and rarer than the spice The ships of Ophir brought the Holy Land,The treasure waits the daring climbers hand And yields its guerdon for his sacrifice. But broidering the garments of the hills, Wild, tangled, riotous and wildring, grow Sweet counterfeits that he may take who wills; Deep tropic blooms that through dusk twilights glow;And many linger in their langrous thrallWho never clasp the perfect flowr at all. 175 THE LEGEND OF THE MOSS ROSE. & The florists door -was opened wide and, as I triedto hurry past, a wave of fragrance swept around andheld me. The window was filled with roses of differenthues and varying degrees of beauty ; and cool and sweetbeneath them, on deep banks of moss, nestled the violetsand forget-me-nots. I stepped within and a man cameforth to meet me. He greeted me wi
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