The Silver Crown: Another Book of Fables

When the Little Sister went away, it was in such haste that she left her convent robes behind; and this troubled her so that she spoke of it to the Angel at the Gate. "You see,"...

"Your flowers are faded," he said. "I have tasted your fruits, every one, and your precious herbs are but a handful of dry leaves and stalks. But the lovely lady who holds out h...

Hast thou e'er a grief, dear? Lock it in thy heart! Keep it, close it, Sacred and apart; Lest another, at thy sigh, Hear his sorrow stir and cry. Wakeful watch doth sorrow keep:...

But now came a poor soul shivering with the cold, and took the dry plant and carried it to his home; and breaking it in pieces, laid the fragments on his naked hearth and set fi...