The Mistress of the Manse

ight brighte

down the mou

shrub and s

g, beaded b

uns the sun

fed her ne

bickered 'nea

rd in her h

g high amon

e sang alon

ps on her l

grasses, wh

fairy hosts

before the

ir reeking c

preened his

he meads t

perplexit

g gutturals

round his s

wings and d

d gold, the

there, and tou

, then flashe

like the fe

ers from a

ere buzzing

ere busy i

and the s

for his p

aloft and

neither slo

own hull and

tween two s

nt dreaming t

y in the si

y in the

f God came

hat laid the

weary hand

scene which ca

t with the

eir window i

ough sprays o

ky's seren

on the dis

to the gard

where his

eaching t

he Sunday