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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. 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
t 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. 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.  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 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
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