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Then to the eldest he gave it,
And, opening his wallet wide, A vase just as perfect and lovely
He gave to each one beside.
Then, as rejoicing they took them,
To the eyes of their stranger friend There came a look of strange sadness
As he thought of their journey's end ; And he said, “Oh, children, remember
That the way is long and steep, And not all who begin the journey,
To the end their prize can keep !"
But little the children heeded
His words in their noisy glee ;
The rarest that could be !
On the road and by paths they knew,
To the beautiful hills in view.
But some as they ran, forgetting
The sharp stones that were in their way,
In an instant shivered lay!
But the bitter tears were soon shed,
“Play is better by far !” they said,
But the rest, with still eager footsteps,
Followed the long, long road,
Broad and beautiful, that flowed
'Neath a bridge, and there they stayed, On the parapet leaning and resting
Their vases beside them laid.
Oh, the fun of watching the minnows
Darting hither and thither, Scurrying off through the shallows
When a stone splashed in the river ;
Or the trout, that beneath the shadow
Of the weeds so lazily lay, Till, disturbed by the stone's rude splashing,
They solemnly glided away!
But, alas ! in the fun and scramble,
Many a vase was upset,
Down, down, from the parapet. “Never mind !" cried the foolish children,
“We've come far enough to-day; No more of that tiresome climbing,
It's pleasanter far to play!”
Very few were left for the journey,
And as wearily, carelessly,
In their peevish jealousy ;
Alas! for their vases bright,
By their feet in the angry fight.
And of all who at first had started
Only two still persevered,
Scanning their vases smeared
Crack in each one was plain,
The edges to join again.
“It's so little! And no one will notice
When we get there !”- the two are fain To believe, and so carefully holding
Their vases, set forth again. And now, far above the valley,
They have climbed the steep hillside 'Mong the trees, and about them are floating
The last rays of the sunset tide.
But, passing a turn in the highway,
Whom do they suddenly see, Coming to meet them, slowly
Moving and painfully?
And why do they look so frightened,
Turning as if to run ?
First met 'neath the morning sun !
Then he lifted his eyes upon them,
“Ah, little ones, how do you fare ?" One answered, “Bravely, O Master ;
See how safely your gifts we bear!" But the other, with eyes bent low,
And sorrowful heart, was still, Daring not look on the gentle,
Kind friend he had served so ill.
For a while the stranger waited,
Silent, and then they heard
To trust your friend with a word ?
Ah, I know it-see what I have brought !" Then he drew from his wallet two vases
More lovely, more perfectly wrought E'en than the last. “Will you take them ?"
He held them up in the light
Dazzlingly pure and bright.
The first, “ Very pretty and fine,
So long I'll not change for thine !"
He went on his way. But the other
Burst into tears and said, “Oh, sir, mine is broken-is worthless
See ! if only I might instead Have the beautiful new one !” The stranger
Smiled at sight of the old one thrown Aside, as the boy with glad fingers
Clasped the new vase for his own.
“Be faithful and true-remember !"
Said the stranger, then left the boy, Who, facing the hill, went upwards,
With fresh courage and heart of joy.
Soon he overtook his comrade,
Spoke of the gift and gain-
For the other. 'Twas all in vain.
At last they have reached the hill-top,
Where the palace towers are seen,
Glory of outspread sheen.
Climb to the palace gate,
Softly, timidly wait.
The sound of footsteps approaching,
And of gates unbarred they hear;
With wonder and hope and fear.
A wonderful glimpse they gain
But, see, at the gate is standing
The watchman with grave stern face, Who beckons them near, “ Little children,
What seek ye in this place ?"
Are they at the sudden speech,
They hold them within his reach.
As if to say, “This our errand,
These from our Friend we bring,
To the palace of the king."
What in answer will he say-
Or "I know you not-away?"
Then he called the first unto him,
And took the vase in his hand, Lifting it up in the sunlight
That still gleamed over sea and land.
· But the grave and stern look deepened
On his face, as soon as he laid His finger upon the slender
Crack that the light betrayed.
The child with sudden anguish
And shame dared not lift his eyes,
Lost-lost, the beautiful prize!
They who have stood the test
And the glory of the blest.”
Then the other, with tears fast falling,
Exclaimed, “I have nothing to bring Of my own-it is all the stranger's,
Who, so kind and pitying, When I had fallen and broken
My vase in the foolish race, Found me, and freely gave me
This—in the lost one's place !"
Bright and beauteous it glistened
As he held the vase on high,
On its flawless tracery.
The child within the gates,
In his palace chamber waits !"
Oh, the glimpse of the glorious palace,
White columns and lofty towers ! Oh, the garden's flashing beauty,
Its fountains, its fruits, its flowers ! Oh, the music as he entered
That swelled with a joyous shout!
But the gates are closed. Only silence
J. J. 'BROWN.