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"But I hid under the violets and amid the tall grass, that the night wind might not woo me with its pleading. BUT I HID UNDER THE VIOLETS AND AMID THE TALL GRASS THAT THE NIGHT WIND MIGHT NOT WOO ME WITH ITS PLEADING
ive-tree answered was 'Presently, presently,' and finally we, too, fell asleep, wearied by our long watching, and lulled by the rocking and swaying of the old olive-tree in the breezes of the night. "'But who is this Master?' I asked. "'A child, a little child,' they answered. 'He is called the little Master by the others. He comes here often, and plays among the flowers of the hill-side. Sometimes the lambs, gambolling too carelessly, have crushed and bruised us so that we lie bleeding and are like to die; but the little Master heals our wounds and refreshes us once again.' "I marvelled much to hear these things. 'The midnight hour is at hand,' said I, 'and I will abide with you to see this little Master of whom you speak.' So we nestled among the verdure of the hill-side, and sang songs one to another. "'Come away!' called the night wind; 'I know a beauteous sea not far hence, upon whose bosom you shall float, float, float away out into the mists and clouds, if you will come with me.  SOON THE MIDNIGHT HOUR WOULD COME BUT ALL THE OLD OLIVE TREE ANSWERED WAS PRESENTLY PRESENTLY AND FINALLY WE TOO FELL ASLEEP WEARIED BY OUR LONG WATCHING AND LULLED BY THE ROCKING AND SWAYING OF THE OLD OLIVE TREE IN THE BREEZES OF THE NIGHT BUT WHO IS THIS MASTER I ASKED A CHILD A LITTLE CHILD THEY ANSWERED HE IS CALLED THE LITTLE MASTER BY THE OTHERS HE COMES HERE OFTEN AND PLAYS AMONG THE FLOWERS OF THE HILLSIDE SOMETIMES THE LAMBS GAMBOLLING TOO CARELESSLY HAVE CRUSHED AND BRUISED US SO THAT WE LIE BLEEDING AND ARE LIKE TO DIE BUT THE LITTLE MASTER HEALS OUR WOUNDS AND REFRESHES US ONCE AGAIN I MARVELLED MUCH TO HEAR THESE THINGS THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS AT HAND SAID I AND I WILL ABIDE WITH YOU TO SEE THIS LITTLE MASTER OF WHOM YOU SPEAK SO WE NESTLED AMONG THE VERDURE OF THE HILLSIDE AND SANG SONGS ONE TO ANOTHER COME AWAY CALLED THE NIGHT WIND I KNOW A BEAUTEOUS SEA NOT FAR HENCE UPON WHOSE BOSOM YOU SHALL FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY OUT INTO THE MISTS AND CLOUDS IF YOU WILL COME WITH ME
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