A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                           99
O Lady ! we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does nature live:
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! *                              *                              *
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glor}-, a fair luminous cloud,
Enveloping the Earth— And from the, soul itself must there be sent
A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
FroM this time, until I arrived at the palace of Fairy Land, I can attempt no consecutive account of my wanderings and adventures. Everything, hence­forward, existed for me in its relation to my atten­dant. What influence he exercised upon everything into contact with which I was brought, may be understood from a few detached instances. To begin with this very day on which he first joined me: after I had walked heartlessly along for two or three hours, I was very weary, and lay down to rest in a most delightful part of the forest, carpeted
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