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    〃We are here; we are here;〃 sounded voices higher in the air; as

if they had flown there beforehand。

    〃Why this is beautiful; too beautiful to be believed;〃 said the

oak in a joyful tone。 〃I have them all here; both great and small; not

one has been forgotten。 Can such happiness be imagined?〃 It seemed

almost impossible。

    〃In heaven with the Eternal God; it can be imagined; and it is

possible;〃 sounded the reply through the air。

    And the old tree; as it still grew upwards and onwards; felt

that his roots were loosening themselves from the earth。

    〃It is right so; it is best;〃 said the tree; 〃no fetters hold me

now。 I can fly up to the very highest point in light and glory。 And

all I love are with me; both small and great。 All… all are here。〃

    Such was the dream of the old oak: and while he dreamed; a

mighty storm came rushing over land and sea; at the holy Christmas

time。 The sea rolled in great billows towards the shore。 There was a

cracking and crushing heard in the tree。 The root was torn from the

ground just at the moment when in his dream he fancied it was being

loosened from the earth。 He fell… his three hundred and sixty…five

years were passed as the single day of the Ephemera。 On the morning of

Christmas…day; when the sun rose; the storm had ceased。 From all the

churches sounded the festive bells; and from every hearth; even of the

smallest hut; rose the smoke into the blue sky; like the smoke from

the festive thank…offerings on the Druids' altars。 The sea gradually

became calm; and on board a great ship that had withstood the

tempest during the night; all the flags were displayed; as a token

of joy and festivity。 〃The tree is down! The old oak;… our landmark on

the coast!〃 exclaimed the sailors。 〃It must have fallen in the storm

of last night。 Who can replace it? Alas! no one。〃 This was a funeral

oration over the old tree; short; but well…meant。 There it lay

stretched on the snow…covered shore; and over it sounded the notes

of a song from the ship… a song of Christmas joy; and of the

redemption of the soul of man; and of eternal life through Christ's

atoning blood。



                  〃Sing aloud on the happy morn;

                  All is fulfilled; for Christ is born;

                  With songs of joy let us loudly sing;

                  'Hallelujahs to Christ our King。'〃



Thus sounded the old Christmas carol; and every one on board the

ship felt his thoughts elevated; through the song and the prayer; even

as the old tree had felt lifted up in its last; its beautiful dream on

that Christmas morn。





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