The fairy said true; in all her store there was but one gift which was precious, only one that was not valueless.

How poor and cheap and mean I know those others now to be, compared with that inestimable one, that dear and sweet and kindly one, that steeps in dreamless and enduring sleep the pains that persecute the body, and the shames and griefs that eat the mind and heart.

Bring it! I am weary, I would rest.".