longer, danced with the Elves, and waited on their King with loving eagerness. Brighter grew the golden light, gayer sang the birds, and the harmonious voices of grateful flowers, sounding over the earth, carried new joy to all their gentle kindred. 

 Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little Violet’s name. ’Mong the green trees was it whispered, And the bright waves bore it on To the lonely forest flowers, Where the glad news had not gone. 

On the cool wind softly came

Singing little Violet’s name.

And the bright waves bore it on

Where the glad news had not gone.

 Thus the Frost-King lost his kingdom, And his power to harm and blight. Violet conquered, and his cold heart Warmed with music, love, and light; And his fair home, once so dreary, Gay with lovely Elves and flowers, Brought a joy that never faded Through the long bright summer hours. 

And his power to harm and blight.

Warmed with music, love, and light;

Gay with lovely Elves and flowers,

Through the long bright summer hours.

 Thus, by Violet’s magic power, All dark shadows passed away, And o’er the home of happy flowers The golden light for ever lay. Thus the Fairy mission ended, And all Flower-Land was taught The “Power of Love,” by gentle deeds That little Violet wrought. 

All dark shadows passed away,

The golden light for ever lay.

And all Flower-Land was taught

That little Violet wrought.

 As Sunny Lock ceased, another little Elf came forward; and this was the tale “Silver Wing” told. 

 

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