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'She is sleeping,' said the frozen river. 'I rock her to and fro, and sing to her. Pass gently by, O moonbeam; pass gently by, lest you awaken her.'" SHE IS SLEEPING SAID THE FROZEN RIVER I ROCK HER TO AND FRO AND SING TO HER PASS GENTLY BY O MOONBEAM PASS GENTLY BY LEST YOU AWAKEN HER
ence he had never known of a mouse or of a child that had prospered after once saying that he didn't believe in Santa Claus." "Well, that is a remarkable story," said the old clock. "But if you believe in Santa Claus, why aren't you in bed?" "That's where I shall be presently," answered the little mauve mouse, "but I must have my scamper, you know. It is very pleasant, I assure you, to frolic in the light of the moon; only I cannot understand why you are always so cold and so solemn and so still, you pale, pretty little moonbeam." "Indeed, I do not know that I am so," said the moonbeam. "But I am very old, and I have travelled many, many leagues, and I have seen wondrous things. Sometimes I toss upon the ocean, sometimes I fall upon a slumbering flower, sometimes I rest upon a dead child's face. I see the fairies at their play, and I hear mothers singing lullabies. Last night I swept across the frozen bosom of a river. A woman's face looked up at me; it was the picture of eternal rest.  HE DEPARTED HE SAID THAT IN ALL HIS EXPERIENCES HE HAD NEVER KNOWN OF A MOUSE OR OF A CHILD THAT HAS PROSPERED AFTER ONCE SAYING THAT HE DIDN'T BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS WELL THAT IS A REMARKABLE STORY SAID THE OLD CLOCK BUT IF YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED THAT'S WHERE I SHALL BE PRESENTLY ANSWERED THE LITTLE MOVE MOUSE BUT I MUST HAVE MY SCAMPER YOU KNOW IT IS VERY PLEASANT I ASSURE YOU TO FROLIC IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON ONLY I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE ALWAYS SO COLD AND SO SOLEMN AND SO STILL YOU PALE PRETTY LITTLE MOONBEAM INDEED I DO NOT KNOW THAT I AM SO SAID THE MOONBEAM BUT I AM VERY OLD AND I HAVE TRAVELLED MANY MANY LEAGUES AND I HAVE SEEN WONDROUS THINGS SOMETIMES I TOSS UPON THE OCEAN SOMETIMES I FALL UPON A SLUMBERING FLOWER SOMETIMES I REST UPON A DEAD CHILD'S FACE I SEE THE FAIRIES AT THEIR PLAY AND I HEAR MOTHERS SINGING LULLABIES LAST NIGHT I SWEPT ACROSS THE FROZEN BOSOM OF A RIVER A WOMAN'S FACE LOOKED UP AT ME IT WAS THE PICTURE OF ETERNAL REST
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