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94 Chit-Chat by Puck.
weeds over his shoulders. His brow was circled
by a wreath of beautiful water lilies, and he car-
ried in his hand a golden harp with melodious
silver strings.
“I am the Spirit of the Lakes and Streams,” he
said, and touched the strings of the harp so gently
that it sounded as when the billows woo and softly
kiss the beach. David felt himself exceedingly
happy to behold at last the Spirit of the Lakes
and Streams, of which he had heard so much, and
he listened with suspended breath to the song of
the water spirit :
** A thousand years I have waited
By this river side for thee,
For the Lord has promised me pardon
When a child will pray for me.”
David’s heart trembled with emotion when he
listened to the plaintive harmony, and he hearkened
again to the words;
** And when first I saw thee before me,
To myself I thought that day,
At last the kind helper has found me
Whose pure heart for me will pray.
Pray for me, child, with hands folded,
And my name breathed soft and low
By thy lips will release me, together
To the heavenly land we shall go.”
David breathed a gentle sigh, and after a while
his mother came to the bed, where her little lad lay
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