The story and song of Black Roderick . Who hath let the soul go free? And the bramble answered, waft-ing the perfume of her flowers up-ward: Her sweetness, for her mind isbeautiful as the song of the linnet,and she turneth her foot aside tospare the lowly blossoms. Now, when once more the spirit of |the little bride flew upward, the last and greatest of the evil birds fell |upon her, and so strong was he and so evil that she had no strength to go farther. Now, quoth she, I am lost for-ever, and shall see not the fair placein paradise that was prepared forme. And she gave a loud and de-spairing
The story and song of Black Roderick . Who hath let the soul go free? And the bramble answered, waft-ing the perfume of her flowers up-ward: Her sweetness, for her mind isbeautiful as the song of the linnet,and she turneth her foot aside tospare the lowly blossoms. Now, when once more the spirit of |the little bride flew upward, the last and greatest of the evil birds fell |upon her, and so strong was he and so evil that she had no strength to go farther. Now, quoth she, I am lost for-ever, and shall see not the fair placein paradise that was prepared forme. And she gave a loud and de-spairing cry. But a voice cameagain from the night, and saith: What evil thing keepeth the fly-ing soul upon its way? And the dark bird answered: Her jealousy, for bitter was herheart against one whom Black Rod-64. erick had loved ere she became hisxbride; and for this do I drag herdown to her destruction. And the voice from the high^jheavens spoke, saying: Is there none, then, to saveher? And there looked up from the hill-side the bright eyes of the red wea-sel, but he crouched in the grasses^without reply. And the grasp of:the evil bird became stronger onW1the quivering soul that could nolonger fly upon its way to from the great wings of the birdblack feathers, wrenched out in thestruggle, flew down upon the earth,spreading evil where they fell. And the voice from heaven criedout again in sorrow exceedingly: Is there none, then, to save thissoul from destruction? And the bee and the bramble, see-ing the red weasel was loath to stirfrom the grasses where he sat watch-65 0 % <3V
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