And then he called two great and powerful angels,
The strongest of the race,
To chase the little demons out of Heaven,
And clear the holy place.
They gathered up the little imps in armfuls,
Bore them with mighty stride,
And flung them over the strong wooden paling
Down on the other side.
And though they fought and lashed their tails and whimpered,
And kicked with might and main,
To Heaven's Meadow, bright with sun and flowers
They never came again.
For two long months the little angel-children
Were not allowed to play
Before the door of Heaven in the meadow,
But stayed in all the day.
And when again they sought the Heavenly Meadow
Each child with humble mind
Must lay aside its little shining halo,
And leave its wings behind.
But all the flowers that on that day of sorrow,
Flung out and scattered were,
Took root and bloom again in earth's green meadows,
As daisies white and fair.
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THE BIRTHDAY HONORS OF THE FAIRY QUEEN[1]
BY HAPGOOD MOORE
Once upon a time there lived in green Erin a little girl by the name
of Nora. Her home was a small thatched cottage of stone beside the
brae at the foot of a mountain, in the midst of a woodland so deep
that in the summer time when the trees were full the sun got its rays
inside but a few hours of the day and you could see of the star-dust
that covers the fields of the sky no piece larger than the palm of
your hand.
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