|Yhe Gray Shadows
||After I was come home I did bring the wood in and set the table. Then I made a start to go to the
to get the milk. On the way along I heard a little lamb bleating. It was crying for its mother. I went to look for it. I left the path. I went to the pasture up by the woods. When I got there the little lamb seemed to be away back in the woods. I set the milk-pail down and ran. I ran quick. There were long gray shadows in the woods. I felt their soft fingers touch my cheeks. I ran on. The little lamb had stopped crying. I heard it bleat no more. Where last time it did cry, there was only the husband of
sitting on a log. I have thinks the wee lamb did find its mother. So I came back again. And the time was not long until I did have the milk brought to the
house we live in
||Afterwards in gray-light time I did go to the
. And with me went
and most all the others. We did have service and I did sing and say thank prayers for the goodness of Grégoire VII. It was on this day in 1085 -- it was then he did have going away. And this
there was a song in the tree-tops at the cathedral. I have thinks it was a song of his goodness.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003