And the children come and pick you,
O, sweetest Lilies-of-the-Valley,
And the proudest roses think you are
Prettier then they.
And the fairy princesses come and drink
Out of your cups, and the orange blossoms
Let their fragrance blow on you.
O, fairest Lilies-of-the-Valley!
And the humming birds fly gently past you
And the children come to smell your sweetest fragrance,
O, fairest Lilies-of-the-Valley!
O, sweetest Lilies-of-the-Valley,
And the proudest roses think you are
Prettier then they.
And the fairy princesses come and drink
Out of your cups, and the orange blossoms
Let their fragrance blow on you.
O, fairest Lilies-of-the-Valley!
And the humming birds fly gently past you
And the children come to smell your sweetest fragrance,
O, fairest Lilies-of-the-Valley!
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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful white cloud in the sky. A white moon came floating by with a little yellow star.
They went into the cloud and there they found a beautiful casket, made of shells and diamonds.
They opened it and found a beautiful maiden. But she was dead.
They took her down to earth and gave her to the fairies and the fairies made her alive. Her name was Psyche.
When you die, you shall be put in the same casket and you shall have a happy life in the sky.
Note: Sometime after having been told the Greek legend of Psyche (the Soul).
