THE WONDROUS CHILD
Far away on the edge of a great creek, that stretched inland from the endless sea, there lay a peaceful village.
Here the husbandmen led a happy, prosperous life. They rose early, so that in the cool grey morn they heard the lark, all invisible in the height of the dawn, singing the morning hymn that he never forgets.
As sunset came stealing on, they returned to their homes, glad of the rest that nightfall brought to them.
In the autumn, when the harvesting was to be done, they worked late, as they were able to do; for at that time the kind Sun and his wife the Moon have a compact that they will help those who work at the harvest. So the sun stays up a little longer, and the moon gets out of her bed in the horizon a little earlier, and thus there is always light to w
