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could not be quite happy in the midst of his enjoyment; while all

the rest; both great and small; were not with him。 And this feeling of

yearning trembled through every branch; through every leaf; as

warmly and fervently as if they had been the fibres of a human

heart。 The summit of the tree waved to and fro; and bent downwards

as if in his silent longing he sought for something。 Then there came

to him the fragrance of thyme; followed by the more powerful scent

of honeysuckle and violets; and he fancied he heard the note of the

cuckoo。 At length his longing was satisfied。 Up through the clouds

came the green summits of the forest trees; and beneath him; the oak

saw them rising; and growing higher and higher。 Bush and herb shot

upward; and some even tore themselves up by the roots to rise more

quickly。 The birch…tree was the quickest of all。 Like a lightning

flash the slender stem shot upwards in a zigzag line; the branches

spreading around it like green gauze and banners。 Every native of

the wood; even to the brown and feathery rushes; grew with the rest;

while the birds ascended with the melody of song。 On a blade of grass;

that fluttered in the air like a long; green ribbon; sat a

grasshopper; cleaning his wings with his legs。 May beetles hummed; the

bees murmured; the birds sang; each in his own way; the air was filled

with the sounds of song and gladness。〃

    〃But where is the little blue flower that grows by the water?〃

asked the oak; 〃and the purple bell…flower; and the daisy?〃 You see

the oak wanted to have them all with him。

    〃Here we are; we are here;〃 sounded in voice and song。

    〃But the beautiful thyme of last summer; where is that? and the

lilies…of…the…valley; which last year covered the earth with their

bloom? and the wild apple…tree with its lovely blossoms; and all the

glory of the wood; which has flourished year after year? even what may

have but now sprouted forth could be with us here。〃

    〃We are here; we are here;〃 sounded voices higher in the air; as

if they had flown there beforehand。

    〃Why this is beautiful; too beautiful to be believed;〃 said the

oak in a joyful tone。 〃I have them all here; both great and small; not

one has been forgotten。 Can such happiness be imagined?〃 It seemed

almost impossible。

    〃In heaven with the Eternal God; it can be imagined; and it is

possible;〃 sounded the reply through the air。

    And the old tree; as it still grew upwards and onwards; felt

that his roots were loosening themselves from the earth。

    〃It is right so; it is best;〃 said the tree; 〃no fetters hold me

now。 I can fly up to the very highest point in light and glory。 And

all I love are with me; both small and great。 All… all are here。〃

    Such was the dream of the old oak: and while he dreamed; a

mighty storm came rushing over land and sea; at the holy Christmas

time。 The sea rolled in great billows towards the shore。 There was a

cracking and crushing heard in the tree。 The root was torn from the

ground just at the moment when in his dream he fancied it was being

loosened from the earth。 He fell… his three hundred and sixty…five

years were passed as the single day of the Ephemera。 On the morning of

Christmas…day; when the sun rose; the storm had ceased。 From all the

churches sounded the festive bells; and from every hearth; even of the

smallest hut; rose the smoke into the blue sky; like the smoke from

the festive thank…offerings on the Druids' altars。 The sea gradually

became calm; and on board a great ship that had withstood the

tempest during the night; all the flags were displayed; as a token

of joy and festivity。 〃The tree is down! The old oak;… our landmark on

the coast!〃 exclaimed the sailors。 〃It must have fallen in the storm

of last night。 Who can replace it? Alas! no one。〃 This was a funeral

oration over the old tree; short; but well…meant。 There it lay

stretched on the snow…covered shore; and over it sounded the notes

of a song from the ship… a song of Christmas joy; and of the

redemption of the soul of man; and of eternal life through Christ's

atoning blood。



                  〃Sing aloud on the happy morn;

                  All is fulfilled; for Christ is born;

                  With songs of joy let us loudly sing;

                  'Hallelujahs to Christ our King。'〃



Thus sounded the old Christmas carol; and every one on board the

ship felt his thoughts elevated; through the song and the prayer; even

as the old tree had felt lifted up in its last; its beautiful dream on

that Christmas morn。





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