"What you like, child, what you like," and the grandmother pushed her spinning-wheel aside and sat in eager expectation waiting for Heidi to begin. Heidi turned over the leaves and read a line out softly to herself here and there. At last she said, "Here is one about the sun, grandmother, I will read you that." And Heidi began, reading with more and more warmth of expression as she went on,-- The morning breaks, And warm and bright The earth lies still In the golden light-- For Dawn has scattered the clouds of night. God's handiwork Is seen around, Things great and small To His praise abound-- Where are the signs of His love not found? All things must pass, But God shall still With steadfast power His will fulfil-- Sure and unshaken is His will. His saving grace Will never fail, Though grief and fear The heart assail-- O'er life's wild seas He will prevail. Joy shall be ours In that garden blest, Where after storm We find our rest-- I wait in peace--God's time is best. The grandmother sat with folded hands and a look of indescribable joy on her face, such as Heidi had never seen there before, although at the same time the tears were running down her cheeks. As Heidi finished, she implored her, saying, "Read it once again, child, just once again." And the child began again, with as much pleasure in the verses as the grandmother,-- Joy shall be ours In that garden blest, Where after storm We find our rest-- I wait in peace--God's time is best. "Ah, Heidi, that brings light to the heart! What comfort you have brought me!" And the old woman kept on repeating the glad words, while Heidi beamed with happiness, and she could not take her eyes away from the grandmother's face, which had never looked like that before. It had no longer the old troubled expression, but was alight with peace and joy as if she were already looking with clear new eyes into the garden or Paradise.