And memory has the

power

To re-create them from the dust.

They remind me, too,

Of martyred Dorothea,

Who from celestial gardens sent
Flowers as her witnesses

To him who scoffed and doubted.
Elsie. Do you know the story

Of Christ and the Sultan's daughter? That is the prettiest legend of them all. Prince Henry. Then tell it to me. But first come hither.

Lay the flowers down beside me,

And put both thy hands in mine.
Now tell me the story.

Elsie. Early in the morning

The Sultan's daughter

Walked in her father's garden,
Gathering the bright flowers,
All full of dew.

Prince Henry. Just as thou hast been doing
This morning, dearest Elsie.
Elsie. And as she gathered them,

She wondered more and more

Who was the Master of the Flowers,

And made them grow

Out of the cold, dark earth.

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In my heart," she said,

'I love him; and for him

Would leave my father's palace,
To labour in his garden."

Prince Henry. Dear, innocent child!

How sweetly thou recallest

The long-forgotten legend,

That in my early childhood
My mother told me!
Upon my brain

It reappears once more,

As a birth-mark on the forehead

When a hand suddenly

Is laid upon it, and removed!

Elsie. And at midnight,

As she lay upon her bed,

She heard a voice

Call to her from the garden,

And, looking forth from her window,
She saw a beautiful youth
Standing among the flowers.
It was the Lord Jesus;
And she went down to him,
And opened the door for him;
And he said to her, "O maiden!
Thou hast thought of me with love,
And for thy sake

Out of my Father's kingdom

Have I come hither:

I am the Master of the Flowers.

My garden is in Paradise,

And if thou wilt go with me,
Thy bridal garland

Shall be of bright red flowers."
And then he took from his finger

A golden ring,

And asked the Sultan's daughter

If she would be his bride.

And when she answered him with love,

His wounds began to bleed,

And she said to him,

"O Love! how red thy heart is,
And thy hands are full of roses."
"For thy sake," answered he,
"For thy sake is my heart so red.
For thee I bring these roses.
I gathered them at the cross
Whereon I died for thee!
Come, for my Father calls.

Thou art my elected bride!"

And the Sultan's daughter

Followed him to his Father's garden.

Prince Henry. Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie? Elsie. Yes, very gladly.

Prince Henry. Then the Celestial Bridegroom

Will come for thee also.

Upon thy forehead he will place,

Not his crown of thorns,

But a crown of roses.

In thy bridal chamber,

Like Saint Cecilia,

Thou shalt hear sweet music,

And breathe the fragrance

Of flowers immortal!

Go now and place these flowers

Before her picture.

A Room in the Farm-house. Twilight. URSULA spinning. GOTTLIEB asleep in his chair.

Ursula. Darker and darker! Hardly a glimmer Of light comes in at the window-pane;

Or is it my eyes are growing dimmer?

I cannot disentangle this skein,
Nor wind it rightly upon the reel.
Elsie !

Gottlieb (starting). The stopping of thy wheel
Has wakened me out of a pleasant dream.
I thought I was sitting beside a stream,
And heard the grinding of a mill,

When suddenly the wheels stood still,
And a voice cried

Elsie" in my ear!

It startled me, it seemed so near.

Ursula. I was calling her: I want a light.
I cannot see to spin my flax.

Bring the lamp, Elsie. Dost thou hear?
Elsie (within). In a moment.

Gottlieb.

Where are Bertha and Max? Ursula. They are sitting with Elsie at the door. She is telling them stories of the wood, And the Wolf, and Little Red Ridinghood. Gottlieb. And where is the Prince?

Ursula.

In his room overhead;

I heard him walking across the floor,

As he always does, with a heavy tread.

ELSIE comes in with a lamp. MAX and BERTHA follow her; and they all sing the Evening Song on the lighting of the lamps.

EVENING SONG.

O gladsome light

Of the Father Immortal,

And of the celestial

Sacred and blessed

Jesus, our Saviour!

Now to the sunset
Again hast thou brought us;
And, seeing the evening
Twilight, we bless thee,
Praise thee, adore thee!

Father omnipotent!
Son, the Life-giver!
Spirit, the Comforter!
Worthy at all times

Of worship and wonder!

Prince Henry (at the door). Amen!

Ursula.

Who was it said Amen?

Elsie. It was the Prince: he stood at the door,

And listened a moment, as we chaunted
The evening song. He is gone again.

I have often seen him there before.

Ursula. Poor Prince!

Gottlieb.

I thought the house was haunted!

Poor Prince, alas! and yet as mild
And patient as the gentlest child!
Max. I love him because he is so good,

And makes me such fine bows and arrows,
To shoot at the robins and the sparrows,

And the red squirrels in the wood!

Bertha. I love him, too!

Gottlieb.

Ah, yes! we all

Love him, from the bottom of our hearts;

He gave us the farm, the house, and the grange,

He gave us the horses and the carts,

And the great oxen in the stall,

The vineyard, and the forest range!

We have nothing to give him but our love! Bertha. Did he give us the beautiful stork above On the chimney-top, with its large, round nest Gottlieb. No, not the stork; by God in heaven, As a blessing, the dear white stork was given; But the Prince has given us all the rest. God bless him, and make him well again.