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F OVULAR TALES OF FLOWERS 
Soon there crept under the tall leaf a little singing bird^ 
who spied the purple and gold of the floweret’s blossoms. 
When he flew out he sang of her sweetness to all the 
world. 
At last, one day, an angel flew down to earth with a 
mission of love. Now the long white wings of the angel 
swept close to earth. They brushed aside the tall leaf. 
The angel discovered the blossoms of purple and gold. 
She inhaled the exquisite, delicate perfume. 
“Ah!” cried the angel, “how lovely you are! Too 
lovely to dwell alone in the shadows. You should be a 
flower in the gardens of the angels. But wait ; I have 
thought of something even more beautiful for you. You 
shall be the angel’s blossom; but you shall bloom in the 
land of man. Go, sweet pansy, bloom in every land. 
Bring to all people sweet thoughts of peace and love and 
faith.” 
Then the angel stooped and kissed the floweret; and 
lo, from each little blossom looked out a tiny angel face. 
So it happened that the pansy came into our gardens to 
live. When you see the tiny faces in her blossoms, will 
you remember the angel whose kiss w^as kindness and 
gentleness and love? 
THE TRANSPLANTED FLOWER. 
“ Every time that a good child dies, one of God’s angels 
comes down to earth and takes the dead child in his 
arms, then spreads his large white wings and flies over 
all the spots which the child best loved and plucks a 
whole handful of flowers, which he carries up to the 
Almighty, that they may bloom in still greater loveliness 
in heaven than they did upon earth ; and the Almighty 
presses all such flow^ers upon His heart, but He gives a 
kiss to the one He prefers, and then the flower becomes 
endowed with a voice, and can join the choir of the 
blessed.” 
These words were spoken by one of God’s angels as 
he carried up a dead child to heaven ; and the child 
heard him as in a dream; and they passed over the spots 
in his home wEere the little one had played, and they 
