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The prince came through the forest clad in royal raiment and wearing a golden crown. Angels came with him, and the forest sang a great hymn unto the prince, such a hymn as had never before been heard on earth. The prince came to the sleeping child and smiled upon her and called her by name. THE PRINCE CAME THROUGH THE FOREST CLAD IN ROYAL RAIMENT AND WEARING A GOLDEN CROWN ANGELS CAME WITH HIM AND THE FOREST SANG A GREAT HYMN UNTO THE PRINCE SUCH A HYMN AS HAD NEVER BEFORE BEEN HEARD ON EARTH THE PRINCE CAME TO THE SLEEPING CHILD AND SMILED UPON HER AND CALLED HER BY NAME
adows were white with the robe the storm-king had thrown over them. Content with his wondrous work, the storm-king himself had fled to his far Northern home before the dawn of the Christmas day. Everything was bright and sparkling and beautiful. And most beautiful was the great hymn of praise the forest sang that Christmas morning,--the pine-trees and the firs and the vines and the snow-flowers that sang of the prince and of his promised coming. "Wake up, little one," cried the vine, "for the prince is coming!" But Barbara slept; she did not hear the vine's soft calling nor the lofty music of the forest. A little snow-bird flew down from the fir-tree's bough and perched upon the vine, and carolled in Barbara's ear of the Christmas morning and of the coming of the prince. But Barbara slept; she did not hear the carol of the bird. "Alas!" sighed the vine, "Barbara will not awaken, and the prince is coming." Then the vine and the snowdrop wept, and the pine-tree and the fir were very sad. LS THE FOREST THE CITY AND THE MEADOWS WERE WHITE WITH THE ROBE THE STORM KING HAD THROWN OVER THEM CONTENT WITH HIS WONDROUS WORK THE STORM KING HIMSELF HAD FLED TO HIS FAR NORTHERN HOME BEFORE THE DAWN OF THE CHRISTMAS DAY EVERYTHING WAS BRIGHT AND SPARKLING AND BEAUTIFUL AND MOST BEAUTIFUL WAS THE GREAT HYMN OF PRAISE THE FOREST SANG THAT CHRISTMAS MORNING THE PINE TREES AND THE FIRS AND THE VINES AND THE SNOW FLOWERS THAT SANG OF THE PRINCE AND OF HIS PROMISED COMING WAKE UP LITTLE ONE CRIED THE VINE FOR THE PRINCE IS COMING BUT BARBARA SLEPT SHE DID NOT HEAR THE VINE'S SOFT CALLING NOR THE LOFTY MUSIC OF THE FOREST A LITTLE SNOW BIRD FLEW DOWN FROM THE FIR TREE'S BOUGH AND PERCHED UPON THE VINE AND CAROLED IN BARBARA'S EAR OF THE CHRISTMAS MORNING AND OF THE COMING OF THE PRINCE BUT BARBARA SLEPT SHE DID NOT HEAR THE CAROL OF THE BIRD ALAS SIGHED THE VINE BARBER WILL NOT AWAKEN AND THE PRINCE IS COMING THEN THE VINE AND THE SNOWDROP WEPT AND THE PINE TREE AND THE FIR WERE VERY SAD
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