“Be patient; give it time. All yet will be well.”
Another season came. The new shoot put forth buds; it blossomed, and then (after the gardener had grafted it, but not before) the tree brought forth good fruit.
There is a life which is ours by natural inheritance, and another which comes only as a free gift. Though both are housed in the same body, they are received at different times and have each a separate existence and destiny.
THE DEER.
A DEER that lived in a country far from the abodes of men used to stay during the winter on some low-lying lands where she could find patches of grass growing through the cold weather, and thick coverts, also, among the evergreens, in which to hide while the fierce snow-storms were prevailing. But as soon as spring returned she left the low-lands and hastened to a mountain many miles away, and there, roaming over its wooded heights and drinking from a quiet lake that lay spread out on its very top, she stayed, rejoicing, all the summer long.