Then sweet music sounded on the air , and the loud tones were hushed , as in wondering silence the Fairies waited what should come . Through the crowd there came a little form , a wreath of pure white violets lay among the bright locks that fell so softly round the gentle face , where a deep blush glowed , as , kneeling at the throne , little Violet said : -- `` Dear Queen , we have bent to the Frost-King 's power , we have borne gifts unto his pride , but have we gone trustingly to him and spoken fearlessly of his evil deeds ? Have we shed the soft light of unwearied love around his cold heart , and with patient tenderness shown him how bright and beautiful love can make even the darkest lot ? `` Our messengers have gone fearfully , and with cold looks and courtly words offered him rich gifts , things he cared not for , and with equal pride has he sent them back . `` Then let me , the weakest of your band , go to him , trusting in the love I know lies hidden in the coldest heart . `` I will bear only a garland of our fairest flowers ; these will I wind about him , and their bright faces , looking lovingly in his , will bring sweet thoughts to his dark mind , and their soft breath steal in like gentle words . Then , when he sees them fading on his breast , will he not sigh that there is no warmth there to keep them fresh and lovely ? This will I do , dear Queen , and never leave his dreary home , till the sunlight falls on flowers fair as those that bloom in our own dear land . '' Silently the Queen had listened , but now , rising and placing her hand on little Violet 's head , she said , turning to the throng below : -- `` We in our pride and power have erred , while this , the weakest and lowliest of our subjects , has from the innocence of her own pure heart counselled us more wisely than the noblest of our train . All who will aid our brave little messenger , lift your wands , that we may know who will place their trust in the Power of Love . '' Every fairy wand glistened in the air , as with silvery voices they cried , `` Love and little Violet . '' Then down from the throne , hand in hand , came the Queen and Violet , and till the moon sank did the Fairies toil , to weave a wreath of the fairest flowers . Tenderly they gathered them , with the night-dew fresh upon their leaves , and as they wove chanted sweet spells , and whispered fairy blessings on the bright messengers whom they sent forth to die in a dreary land , that their gentle kindred might bloom unharmed . At length it was done ; and the fair flowers lay glowing in the soft starlight , while beside them stood the Fairies , singing to the music of the wind-harps : -- `` We are sending you , dear flowers , Forth alone to die , Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold graves where you lie ; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell , And you softly smile that ' t is so , As we sadly sing farewell . O plead with gentle words for us , And whisper tenderly Of generous love to that cold heart , And it will answer ye ; And though you fade in a dreary home , Yet loving hearts will tell Of the joy and peace that you have given : Flowers , dear flowers , farewell ! '' The morning sun looked softly down upon the broad green earth , which like a mighty altar was sending up clouds of perfume from its breast , while flowers danced gayly in the summer wind , and birds sang their morning hymn among the cool green leaves . Then high above , on shining wings , soared a little form . The sunlight rested softly on the silken hair , and the winds fanned lovingly the bright face , and brought the sweetest odors to cheer her on . Thus went Violet through the clear air , and the earth looked smiling up to her , as , with the bright wreath folded in her arms , she flew among the soft , white clouds . On and on she went , over hill and valley , broad rivers and rustling woods , till the warm sunlight passed away , the winds grew cold , and the air thick with falling snow .
Then far below she saw the XXXXX 's home .
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