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The great dead lie imprisoned in escutcheoned vaults, but for the little dead Nature spreads out soft small graves, all snowdrops and dewdrops, where day long they can feel the earth rocking them as in a cradle, and at night hear the hushed singing of the stars. THE GREAT DEAD LIE IMPRISONED AND ESCUTCHEONED VAULTS BUT FOR THE LITTLE DEAD NATURE SPREADS OUT SOFT SMALL GRAVES ALL SNOWDROPS AND DEWDROPS WHERE ALL DAY LONG THEY CAN FEEL THE EARTH ROCKING THEM AS IN A CRADLE AND AT NIGHT HEAR THE HUSHED SINGING OF THE STARS
nd all,—yes, even the dead we have murdered. But the living can never be told a secret such as that which Antony and his little daughter, whose soul was really grown up, though she spoke still in baby language, shared immortally between them. When Beatrice returned to the room Wonder was sleeping peacefully again, but at the chill hour when watchers blow out the night-lights, and a dreary greyness comes like a fog through the curtains, Antony and Beatrice fell into each other's arms in anguish, for Wonder was dead. CHAPTER XIV A SONG OF THE LITTLE DEAD They carried little Wonder to a green churchyard, a place of kind old trees and tender country bells. There were few birds to welcome her in the grim November morning, but the grasses stole close and whispered that very soon the thrush and the nightingale would be coming, that the violets were already on their way, and that when May was there she should lie all day in a bed of perfume. For very dear to Nature's heart are the Little Dead.  SECTION THREE CHAPTERS FOURTEEN THROUGH TWENTY THREE OF THE WORSHIPER OF THE IMAGE BY RICHARD LA GALLIENNE THIS LIBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY HOLLY MC GUIRE CHAPTER FOURTEEN A SONG OF THE LITTLE DEAD THEY CARRIED LITTLE WONDER TO A GREEN CHURCHYARD A PLACE OF KIND OLD TREES AND TENDER COUNTRY BELLS THERE WERE FEW BIRDS TO WELCOME HER IN THE GRIM NOVEMBER MORNING BUT THE GRASSES STOLE CLOSE AND WHISPERED THAT VERY SOON THE THRUSH AND THE NIGHTINGALE WOULD BE COMING THAT THE VIOLETS WERE ALREADY ON THEIR WAY AND THAT WHEN MAY WAS THERE SHE SHOULD LIE ALL DAY IN A BED OF PERFUME FOR VERY DEAR TO NATURE'S HEART ARE THE LITTLE DEAD
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