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There the roots of the old yew trees feel about tenderly for the little unguided hands, and sometimes at nightfall the rain bends over them weeping like an inconsolable mother. THERE THE ROOTS OF THE OLD YEW TREES FEEL ABOUT TENDERLY FOR THE LITTLE UNGUIDED HANDS AND SOMETIMES AT NIGHTFALL THE RAIN BENDS OVER THEM WEEPING LIKE AN INCONSOLABLE MOTHER
guish, 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. 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. Yes, Earth loves nothing so much as her little graves. There the tiny bodies, like unexhausted censers, pour out all the stored sweetness they had no time to use above the ground, turning the earth they lie in to precious spices. C 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 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 YES EARTH LOVES NOTHING SO MUCH AS HER LITTLE GRAVES THERE THE TINY BODIES LIKE UNEXHAUSTED CENSERS POUR OUT ALL THE STORED SWEETNESS THEY HAD NO TIME TO USE ABOVE THE GROUND TURNING THE EARTH THEY LIE INTO PRECIOUS SPICES
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