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Wearied with long watching, he had fallen asleep; his crook had slipped from his hand. WEARIED WITH LONG WATCHING HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP HIS CROOK HAD SLIPPED FROM HIS HAND
ad performed this duty with somewhat more than usual alacrity, the moonbeam began its story: "Upon a time--so long ago that I can't tell how long ago it was--I fell upon a hill-side. It was in a far distant country; this I know, because, although it was the Christmas time, it was not in that country as it is wont to be in countries to the north. Hither the snow-king never came; flowers bloomed all the year, and at all times the lambs found pleasant pasturage on the hill-sides. The night wind was balmy, and there was a fragrance of cedar in its breath. There were violets on the hill-side, and I fell amongst them and lay there. I kissed them, and they awakened. 'Ah, is it you, little moonbeam?' they said, and they nestled in the grass which the lambs had left uncropped. "A shepherd lay upon a broad stone on the hill-side; above him spread an olive-tree, old, ragged, and gloomy; but now it swayed its rusty branches majestically in the shifting air of night. The shepherd's name was Benoni. INTERRUPT YOU WHEN THE OLD CLOCK HAD PERFORMED THIS DUTY WITH SOMEWHAT MORE THAN UNUSUAL ALACRITY THE MOONBEAM BEGAN ITS STORY ONCE UPON A TIME SO LONG AGO THAT I CAN'T TELL HOW LONG AGO IT WAS I FELL UPON A HILLSIDE IT WAS IN A FAR DISTANT COUNTRY THIS I KNOW BECAUSE ALTHOUGH IT WAS THE CHRISTMAS TIME IT WAS NOT IN THAT COUNTRY AS IT IS WONT TO BE IN COUNTRIES TO THE NORTH HITHER THE SNOW KING NEVER CAME FLOWERS BLOOMED ALL THE YEAR AND AT ALL TIMES THE LAMBS FOUND PLEASANT PASTURE ON THE HILLSIDES THE NIGHT WIND WAS BALMY AND THERE WAS A FRAGRANCE OF CEDAR IN ITS BREATH THERE WERE VIOLETS ON THE HILLSIDE AND I FELL AMONGST THEM AND LAY THERE I KISSED THEM AND THEY AWAKENED AH IS IT YOU LITTLE MOONBEAM THEY SAID AND THEY NESTLED IN THE GRASS WHICH THE LAMBS HAD LEFT UNCROPPED A SHEPHERD LAY UPON A BROAD STONE ON THE HILLSIDE ABOVE HIM SPREAD AN OLIVE TREE OLD RAGGED AND GLOOMY BUT NOW IT SWAYED ITS RUSTY BRANCHES MAJESTICALLY IN THE SHIFTING AIR OF NIGHT THE SHEPHERD'S NAME WAS BENONE
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