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forgiven of God; but still she was happy that in the
future she would bear the burden of her sin among
strangers. Their indifferent glances would rest upon
her as soothingly as steel against a swollen limb.
She would walk on till she found a poor crofter’s
hut in a forest clearing, where no one would
recognize her.
“You see what has come upon me, and my parents
have turned me out,” she would say. “Let
me have food and a roof over my head here till I
can work for my bread; I am not without money.”
So she walked on through the clear June night,
for May had gone in hard suffering. Oh, the month
of May, the beautiful time when the birches blend
their pale green with the dark masses of the pine
forests, and the south wind returns from afar laden
with balmy warmth!
Ungrateful must I seem, more than others, I
who have received your gifts, you lovely month!
Not a word have I said in praise of your beauty!
Oh, May, you dear bright May! have you ever
seen a child sit on its mother’s knee listening to
fairy tales? As long as it hears about cruel giants and
the bitter suffering of beautiful princesses, it keeps
its head up and its eyes open; but if its mother
begins to talk of happiness and sunshine, the little
one shuts its eyes and falls asleep quietly with its
head against its mother’s breast. And I, dear May,
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