Little Ida’s Flowers

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  “MY poor flowers are quite dead!” said little Ida. “They were so pretty yesterday, and now all the leaves hang withered. Why do they do that? . . . Why do the flowers look so faded to-day?” she asked again, and showed him a nosegay, which was quite withered.  “Do you know what’s the matter with them?” said the Student. “The flowers have been at a ball last night, and that’s why they hang their heads.”  “But flowers cannot dance!” cried little Ida. “O yes,” said the Student, “when it grows dark, and we are asleep, they jump about merrily. Almost every night they have a ball.” —Hans Christian Andersen. (1805–1875)

His Presence

"My Presence shall go with thee." (Exodus 33:14)

Cherish no doubt of it,
Ever abide in it,
Travel about in it,
Rest and reside in it,
Walk in the midst of it,
Work in the might of it,
Let your whole life be lived
Full in the light of it.

(Beatrice Cleland)

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