THE GOLOSHES OF FORTUNE 123
The deepest woes escape the world's dull eye: Thou that alone on duty's path has4* sped, Heavier those duties on thy heart would lie Than lies the earth now on thy coffined head.
Two forms were moving to and fro in the room. We know them both. They were the Fairy of Care and the Ambassadress of Happiness. They bent down over the dead man.
' Do you see ? ' said Care. ' What happiness have your goloshes brought to men ? '
1 They have at least brought a permanent benefit to him who slumbers here,' replied Happiness.
' Oh, no ! ' said Care. ' He went away of himself, he was not summoned. His spirit was not strong enough to lift the treasures which he had been destined to lift. I will do him a favour.'
And she drew the goloshes from his feet; then the sleep of death was ended, and the awakened man raised himself up. Care vanished, and with her the goloshes disappeared too : doubtless she looked upon them as her property.
Now you shall hear !
Out in the country, close by the roadside, there was a country house : you yourself have certainly once seen it. Before it is a little garden with flowers, and a paling which is painted. Close by it, by the ditch, in the midst of the most beautiful green grass, grew a little daisy. The sun shone as warmly and as brightly upon it as on the great splendid garden flowers, and so it grew from hour to hour. One morning it stood in full bloom, with its little shining white leaves spreading like rays round the little yellow sun in the centre. It never thought that no man would notice it down in the grass, and that it was a poor despised floweret ; no, it was so well pleased, and turned to the warm sun, looked up at it, and listened to the lark carolling high in the air.
The little daisy was as happy as if it were a great holiday,