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FAIRY BOOK.
One night, after gazing and weeping till she could scarcely see, and had no tears left, the bright being who visited her dreams came and whispered,—
"If there be a land so fair
O'er the mountain shining,
You will never enter there
By looking up and pining."
"Dear me! then what shall I do?" said Little One, clasping her hands. "I am tired of the dropping rain, and the bleak winds; I have lost my father and mother; I long to go home to the Summer-land."
"There are hills to climb, and streams to cross," said the fairy.
"But I have stout shoes," laughed Little One.
"There are thorns and briers all along the road."
