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SKETCHES. 377
dream was stirring, a presentiment of light, of joy, of
something that was to develop and beautify its little life.
Thus dreams the child of the sun which shall rise over its
noonday. ‘Thus man divines, through life’s long dawn, the
new light, which, at the command of a new “ Let there be
light,” shall beam forth and annihilate every particle of the
dust of ancient chaos. Dreams sometimes become truth.
How beautiful to awake from a pleasant dream to the
joys of which it has whispered to us. Such was the fate
of the tiny flower.
The sun threw a ray upon the lonely one. Delighted, it
felt light and warmth develop and beautify its life. The
wandering wayfarer cast his eye upon it, saying, “ See how
beautifully the sun lights up the little flower!” Deeply the
flower felt the beneficence of the king of the firmament. It
could acknowledge it only by trying to preserve unspotted
its inner part, which light had deigned to look upon, and it
followed, with an eye never turned away and with joyous
and humble adoration, the course of the glorious one as
he moved along his path in the heavens. Occasionally it
whispers to a passing breath of air, hoping that it will
carry with it and carry to him its sigh: “Oh, if the sun
could but know how grateful the little flower feels !”
THE UGLY HAND AND THE BEAUTIFUL HAND.
A TRUE STORY.
“Now you shall hear,” said Grandmother one day te
Petes and Lotta, who were seated on the floor before the
stove, in the light of the fire, looking with curious eyes at
the old woman, who sat herself down opposite to them in
the shade. Mother was baking the pease-flour pancake in
the hearth fire ; father was sitting at his joiner’s bench, but
they all listened attentively to Granny when she began.
“Now you shall hear: listen attentively! There was,
once upon a time, a young peasant lad, who married a
young peasant lass; and her name was Gertrnd and his
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