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THE DRYAD [11]

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thee, with thy roots,
from the place which God appointed for thee. That was thy destruction,
thou poor Dryad!"
The notes became soft and gentle, and seemed to die away in a
wail.
In the sky the clouds showed themselves with a ruddy gleam. The
Wind sighed:
"Pass away, ye dead! now the sun is going to rise!"
The first ray fell on the Dryad. Her form was irradiated in
changing colors, like the soap-bubble when it is bursting and
becomes a drop of water; like a tear that falls and passes away like a
vapor.
Poor Dryad! Only a dew-drop, only a tear, poured upon the earth,
and vanished away!


THE END
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