Have shed their blessings far and wide;—
In thee my heart delighteth.”
Hans Christian Andersen, whose happiest hours were those spent in writing pure and sweet fairytales for children, has told the story of the fir-tree in his own gentle way. Here is one more child-song, freely translated from Cassel’s notes:
Within the wood a fir-tree stands,
So stately to be seen;
In summer, spring and winter, too,
Its cloak is ever green.
Its tiny needles, fine and sharp—
Some pointing up, some down—