All beauteous things for which we live
By laws of time and space, decay.
But oh, the very reason why
I clasp them, is because they die.
cory johnstone.
THE children only half liked these stories of Granny’s. They cared more for her flower-lore. For while she spoke of her more horrible dreams, she became possessed by their spirit, and they could then better understand her causing fear in the breasts of others, and therefore suspicion and dislike. Best of all, they liked to get her to sing to them. Her voice was like the fitful pipe of the keyhole when the wind blows through, yet all the words sounded clearly. And the words of one of her songs were these:—
“The holly and the ivy
Are both now fully grown,
Of all the trees in greenwood