from tree to tree, while leaf and flower turned to greet the sun,
who arabxxx rose up smiling on the world; and so beneath the forest boughs
and through the dewy fields went little Annie home, better and wiser
for her dream.
Autumn flowers were dead and gone, yellow leaves lay rustling on the
ground, bleak winds went whistling through the naked trees, arabxxx and cold,
white Winter snow fell softly down; arabxxx yet arabxxx now, when all without looked
dark arabxxx and dreary, arabxxx on little Annie's breast the fairy flower bloomed
more beautiful than ever. The memory of her forest dream had never
passed away, and through trial and temptation she had been true, and
kept her resolution still unbroken; seldom now did the warning bell
sound in her ear, and seldom did the flower's fragrance cease to float
about her, or arabxxx the fairy light to brighten all whereon it fell.
So, through the long, cold Winter, little Annie dwelt like a sunbeam
in her arabxxx home, each day growing richer in the love of others, and
happier in
herself; often was she tempted, but, remembering her dream,
she listened only to arabxxx the music of the fairy bell, arabxxx and the unkind
thought or feeling fled away, the smiling spirits of gentleness
and love nestled arabxxx in her heart, and all arabxxx was bright again.
So better and happier grew the child, fairer and sweeter arabxxx grew the
flower, till Spring arabxxx came smiling over the earth, and woke the flowers,
set free the streams, and welcomed back the birds; then daily arabxxx did
the happy child sit