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MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.
"And thou canst fetch the water
"Canst go down to the lonesome glen,
This is the work, my Mabel,
“But listen now, my Mabel,
From elf-land come away.
"And when thou 'rt in the lonesome glen,
And do not pluck the strawberry-flower,
'But think not of the fairy folk,
Lest mischief should befall;
Think only of poor Amy,
And how thou lov'st us all.
"Yet keep good heart, my Mabel,
And give them kindly answer
"And when into the fir-wood
"But fill thy little apron,
My child, with earnest speed; And that thou break no living bough Within the wood, take heed.
"For they are spiteful brownies
"But think not, little Mabel,
"And when thou goest to the spring To fetch the water thence,
Do not disturb the little stream,
"For the queen of all the fairies,
"But she's a gracious lady,
And her thou need'st not fear; Only disturb thou not the stream, Nor spill the water clear."
"Now all this I will heed, mother, Will no word disobey,
And wait upon the grandmother
This livelong summer day."
AWAY tripped little Mabel,
And long before the sun was hot,
And all her mother's message
And then she swept the hearth up clean,
"And go now," said the grandmother, "Ten paces down the dell,
And bring in water for the day,
Thou know'st the lady-well."
The first time that good Mabel went,
Except a bird, a sky-blue bird,
That sat upon a tree.
The next time that good Mabel went,
Beside the well, a lady small,
All clothed in green and white.
A courtesy low made Mabel,
"Thou art a handy maiden,"
The fairy lady said;
“Thou hast not spilt a drop, nor yet The fairy spring troubled!
"And for this thing which thou hast dɔne,
Yet mayst not understand,
I give to thee a better gift
Than houses or than land.
"Thou shalt do well whate'er thou dost, As thou hast done this day;
Shalt have the will and power to please,
Thus having said, she passed from sight,
But the little bird, the sky-blue bird,
"And now go,” said the grandmother, "And fetch in fagots dry;
All in the neighboring fir-wood
Beneath the trees they lie."
Away went kind, good Mabel,
Into the fir-wood near,
Where all the ground was dry and brown, And the grass grew thin and sere.
MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.
She did not wander up and down,
And when the wild-wood brownies
She drove them thence, as she was told,
But all that while the brownies
They watched her how she picked the wood,
And, O, but she is small and neat,”
"Look only," said another,
At her kerchief pinned about her head,
O, but she is a comely child,"
With that the smallest penny,