Folding her little hands, she
began the hymn at the beginning, for it seemed like talking to a kind
friend; and she said each word from her very heart:--
"To God you must confide
Your sorrow and your pain;
He will true care provide,
And show you heaven again.
"For clouds and air and wind
He points the path and way;
Your road He'll also find,
Nor let your footsteps stray."
A quiet trust now took possession of the child's heart. She fell asleep
soon after, her head supported on her little bundle, still repeating the
last lines of the hymn. And a pleasant dream followed. She saw before
her a dry bright pathway in the full sunlight, and the road led between
beautiful red roses and lovely pinks that were so attractive that she
longed to run to gather them. And by her side stood her dear mother, and
held her hand tenderly in her own, as she always did; and her mother
pointed along the pathway in her dream, and said, "See, my Wiseli; did
not I tell you so? That is your way."
"'Your road He'll also find,
Nor let your footsteps stray.'"
And the child was happy in her dream, and slept as soundly on her little
bundle as if she were on a soft bed.
CHAPTER V.
HOW TIME WENT ON, AND SUMMER CAME.
When old Trine carried the news back to the heights, and told them
there that Wiseli's mother was dead, and the child taken at once to her
cousin Gotti's, the whole family became greatly agitated.
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