Grant me this gift , and you shall see that little Eva has not forgotten what you have taught her . '' `` The power shall be yours , '' said the Elves , and laid their soft hands on her head ; `` we will watch over you in dreams , and when you would have tidings of us , ask the flowers in your garden , and they will tell you all you would know . Farewell . Remember Fairy-Land and all your loving friends . '' They clung about her tenderly , and little Rose-Leaf placed a flower crown on her head , whispering softly , `` When you would come to us again , stand by the brook-side and wave this in the air , and we will gladly take you to our home again . Farewell , dear Eva . Think of your little Rose-Leaf when among the flowers . '' Long Eva watched their shining wings , and listened to the music of their voices as they flew singing home , and when at length the last little form had vanished among the clouds , she saw that all around her where the Elves had been , the fairest flowers had sprung up , and the lonely brook-side was a blooming garden . Thus she stood among the waving blossoms , with the Fairy garland in her hair , and happy feelings in her heart , better and wiser for her visit to Fairy-Land . `` Now , Star-Twinkle , what have you to teach ? '' asked the Queen . `` Nothing but a little song I heard the hare-bells singing , '' replied the Fairy , and , taking her harp , sang , in a low , sweet voice : -- THE FLOWER 'S LESSON . THERE grew a fragrant rose-tree where the brook flows , With two little tender buds , and one full rose ; When the sun went down to his bed in the west , The little buds leaned on the rose-mother 's breast , While the bright eyed stars their long watch kept , And the flowers of the valley in their green cradles slept ; Then silently in odors they communed with each other , The two little buds on the bosom of their mother . `` O sister , '' said the little one , as she gazed at the sky , `` I wish that the Dew Elves , as they wander lightly by , Would bring me a star ; for they never grow dim , And the Father does not need them to burn round him . The shining drops of dew the Elves bring each day And place in my bosom , so soon pass away ; But a star would glitter brightly through the long summer hours , And I should be fairer than all my sister flowers . That were better far than the dew-drops that fall On the high and the low , and come alike to all . I would be fair and stately , with a bright star to shine And give a queenly air to this crimson robe of mine . '' And proudly she cried , `` These fire-flies shall be My jewels , since the stars can never come to me . '' Just then a tiny dew-drop that hung o'er the dell On the breast of the bud like a soft star fell ; But impatiently she flung it away from her leaf , And it fell on her mother like a tear of grief , While she folded to her breast , with wilful pride , A glittering fire-fly that hung by her side . `` Heed , '' said the mother rose , `` daughter mine , Why shouldst thou seek for beauty not thine ?
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