Little Annie's Dream; Or, The Fairy Flower
IN a large and pleasant garden sat little Annie all alone, and she seemed very sad, for
drops that were not dew fell fast upon the flowers beside her, who looked wonderingly
up, and bent still nearer, as if they longed to cheer and comfort her. The warm wind lifted
up her shining hair and softly kissed her cheek, while the sunbeams, looking most kindly
in her face, made little rainbows in her tears, and lingered lovingly about her. But Annie
paid no heed to sun, or wind, or flower; still the bright tears fell, and she forgot all but her
"Little Annie, tell me why you weep," said a low voice in her ear; and, looking up, the
child beheld a little figure standing on a vine-leaf at her side; a lovely face smiled on her,
from amid bright locks of hair, and shining wings were folded on a white and glittering
robe, that fluttered in the wind.
"Who are you, lovely little thing?" cried Annie, smiling through her tears.
"I am a Fairy, little child, and am come to help and comfort you; now tell me why you
weep, and let me be your friend," replied the spirit, as she smiled more kindly still on
Annie's wondering face.
"And are you really, then, a little Elf, such as I read of in my fairy books? Do you ride on
butterflies, sleep in flower-cups, and live among the clouds?"
"Yes, all these things I do, and many stranger still, that all your fairy books can never tell;
but now, dear Annie," said the Fairy, bending nearer, "tell me why I found no sunshine
on your face; why are these great drops shining on the flowers, and why do you sit alone
when BIRD and BEE are calling you to play?"
"Ah, you will not love me any more if I should tell you all," said Annie, while the tears
began to fall again; "I am not happy, for I am not good; how shall I learn to be a patient,
gentle child? good little Fairy, will you teach me how?"
"Gladly will I aid you, Annie, and if you truly wish to be a happy child, you first must
learn to conquer many passions that you cherish now, and make your heart a home for
gentle feelings and happy thoughts; the task is hard, but I will give this fairy flower to
help and counsel you. Bend hither, that I may place it in your breast; no hand can take it
hence, till I unsay the spell that holds it there."
As thus she spoke, the Elf took from her bosom a graceful flower, whose snow-white
leaves shone with a strange, soft light. "This is a fairy flower," said the Elf, "invisible to
every eye save yours; now listen while I tell its power, Annie. When your heart is filled
with loving thoughts, when some kindly deed has been done, some duty well performed,
then from the flower there will arise the sweetest, softest fragrance, to reward and
gladden you. But when an unkind word is on your lips, when a selfish, angry feeling rises