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them in their veil ; Erl-King* and his daughter glide in 

 changeful, sportive forms round about the grey old trunks 

 of the Willows. A gentle sound trembles through the 

 fragrant evening air. The bell of the native village calls 

 him home, returned after restless travel over the great 

 God's World, after rich impressions, exciting adventures, 

 pressing hardships and strange delights, back to rest, 

 to that which, in spite of all intervening things, he never 

 does nor can forget, the paradise of childhood, the house 

 of his parents, his mother's arms. 



* Anglice, Alder-King. 



