<h2><SPAN name="THE_SHADOW" id="THE_SHADOW">THE SHADOW</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="upper">An</span> Angel heard a child
crying one day, and
came to see what
ailed it. He found
the little one sitting
on the ground, with
the sun at its back
(for the day was young), looking at its
own shadow, which lay on the ground
before it, and weeping bitterly.</p>
<p>“What ails you, little one?” asked the
Angel.</p>
<p>“The world is so dark!” said the child.
“See, it is all dusky gray, and there is no
beauty in it. Why must I stay in this
sad, gray world?”</p>
<p>“Do you not hear the birds singing, and
the other children calling at their play?”
asked the Angel.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said the child; “I hear them,
but I do not know where they are. I
cannot see them, I see only the shadow.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</SPAN></span>
Moreover, if they saw it, they would not
sing and call, but would weep as I do.”</p>
<p>The Angel lifted the child, and set it on
its feet, with its face to the early sun.</p>
<p>“Look!” said the Angel.</p>
<p>The child brushed away the tears from
its eyes and looked. Before them lay the
fields all green and gold, shining with
dewdrops, and the other children were
running to and fro, laughing and shouting,
and crowning one another with
blossoms.</p>
<p>“Why, there are the children!” said the
little one.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said the Angel; “there they
are.”</p>
<p>“And the sun is shining!” cried the
child.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said the Angel; “it was shining
all the time.”</p>
<p>“And the shadow is gone!”</p>
<p>“Oh, no!” said the Angel; “the shadow
is behind you, where it belongs. Run,
now, and gather flowers for the littlest
one, who sits in the grass there!”</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span></p>
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