Stories by Foreign Authors: Scandinavian by Unknown
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seated himself, and said gently:
"Oh! let him repeat it." The mother turned again to the bedside, that meantime he might not see her face; otherwise, it would have been like intermeddling with his grief before he felt a necessity of revealing it. The child folded its hands,--the rest followed the example,--and it said: "I am now a little lad, But soon shall grow up tall, And make papa and mamma glad, I'll be so good to all! When in Thy true and holy ways, Thou dear, dear God wilt help me keep;--Remember now Thy name to praise And so we'll try to go to sleep!" What a peace now fell! Not a minute more had passed ere the children all slept in it as in the lap of God; but the mother went quietly to work arranging supper for the father, who as yet could not eat. But after he had gone to bed, he said: "Now, after this, I shall be at home." The mother lay there, trembling with joy, not daring to speak, lest she should reveal it; and she thanked God for all that had happened, for, whatever it was, it had resulted in good. II. In the course of a year, Lars was chosen head Justice of the Peace, chairman of the board of commissioners, president of the |
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