January 7, 2025 • 65 mins
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(00:00:49) Introducing tonight's story - The Selfish Giant
(00:02:44) Sleep Story - The Selfish Giant
Host: Jessika Gössl 🌙
Writer: Oscar Wilde ✍️
Includes mentions of: Giants, Children, Winter, Spring, Autumn, Hail, Garden, Playtime, Christian theme ⭐
Welcome back, my friend. Relax into Oscar Wilde’s “The Selfish Giant,” a soothing bedtime narration designed to guide you into peaceful sleep. This gentle storytelling by Jessika Gössl blends calming tones with a classic story perfect for sleep, offering tired adults a well-deserved escape. Perfect for those seeking quiet moments, moral lessons, and Christian allegories, this story is an ideal companion for restful nights and peaceful dreams.
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(00:00:49) Introducing tonight's story - The Selfish Giant
(00:02:44) Sleep Story - The Selfish Giant
Host: Jessika Gössl 🌙
Writer: Oscar Wilde ✍️
Includes mentions of: Giants, Children, Winter, Spring, Autumn, Hail, Garden, Playtime, Christian theme ⭐
Welcome back, my friend. Relax into Oscar Wilde’s “The Selfish Giant,” a soothing bedtime narration designed to guide you into peaceful sleep. This gentle storytelling by Jessika Gössl blends calming tones with a classic story perfect for sleep, offering tired adults a well-deserved escape. Perfect for those seeking quiet moments, moral lessons, and Christian allegories, this story is an ideal companion for restful nights and peaceful dreams.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before
(00:27):
we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. This is the
(00:51):
Tale of the Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde, a story
about a grumpy giant, a beautiful garden, and how the
warmth of love and generosity can thaw even the coldest hearts.
(01:15):
Before we begin, let's prepare for this gentle adventure. Take
a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Feel
(01:39):
your body relax as you take in another deep breath
and let go of the day. I'll be reading tonight's
(02:02):
story three times, giving you the chance to settle in
and allow the soothing repetition to ease your mind and
body inter rest. Now, close your eyes and imagine a
(02:24):
grand walled garden blooming with flowers, peach, trees, and singing birds.
It is here that our story finds its beginning. Every afternoon,
(02:49):
as they were coming from school, the children used to
go and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
lovely garden with soft green grass here and there. Over
(03:12):
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
(03:36):
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
(03:57):
are here, they cry to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
(04:19):
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
(04:39):
he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
(05:03):
is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.
So he built a high wall all round it and
(05:27):
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
(05:53):
but the road was very dusty and full of hard
stone zones, and they did not like it. They used
to wander round the high wall when their lessons were
over and talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy
(06:22):
we were there, they said to each other. Then the
spring came, and all over the country there were little
blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the
(06:43):
selfish giant it was still winter. The birds did not
care to sing in it, as there were no children,
and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower
(07:05):
put its head out from the grass, but when it
saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry for the children
that it slipped back into the ground again and went
off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were
(07:30):
the snow and the frost. Spring has forgotten this garden,
they cried, So we will live here all the year round.
The snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak,
(07:55):
and the frost painted all the trees silver. Then they
invited the north wind to stay with them, and he came.
He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day
(08:17):
about the garden and blew the chimney pots down. This
is a delightful spot, he said. We must ask the
hail on a visit. So the hail came every day
(08:42):
for three hours. He rattled on the roof of the
castle till he broke most of the slates, and then
he ran round and round the garden as fast as
(09:03):
he could go. He was dressed in gray, and his
breath was like ice. I cannot understand why the spring
is so late in coming, said the selfish giant, as
(09:26):
he sat at the window and looked out at his
cold white garden. I hope there will be a change
in the weather. But the spring never came, nor the summer.
(09:49):
The autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to
the Giant's garden she gave none. He is too selfish,
she said. So it was always winter there, and the
(10:12):
north wind and the hail, and the frost and the
snow danced about through the trees. One morning, the giant
was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music.
(10:39):
It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought
it must be the king's musicians passing by. It was
really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but
(11:02):
it was so long since he had heard a bird
sing in his garden that it seemed to him to
be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the
(11:23):
hail stopped dancing over his head, and the north wind
ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through
the open casement. I believe the spring has come at last,
(11:47):
said the giant, and he jumped out of bed and
looked out. What did he see? He saw a most
wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall. The
(12:10):
children had crept in, and they were sitting in the
branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see,
there was a little child. And the trees were so
(12:31):
glad to have the children back again that they had
covered themselves with blossoms and were waving their arms gently
above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and
(12:53):
twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through
through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene.
Only in one corner it was still winter. It was
(13:17):
the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was
standing a little boy. He was so small that he
could not reach up to the branches of the tree,
(13:38):
and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The
poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow,
and the north wind was blowing and roaring above it.
(14:03):
Climb up, little boy, said the tree, and it bent
its branches down as low as it could, But the
boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart melted as
(14:23):
he looked out. How selfish I have been, he said,
now I know why the spring would not come here.
I will put that poor little boy on the top
(14:44):
of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall,
and my garden shall be the children's playground forever and ever.
He was really very sorry for what he had done,
(15:09):
so he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly,
and went out into the garden. But when the children
saw him, they were so frightened that they all ran away,
(15:32):
and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy
did not run, for his eyes were so full of
tears that he did not see the giant coming. And
(15:52):
the giant stole up behind him and took him gently
in his hand and put him up into the tree.
And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the
(16:13):
birds came and sang on it. And the little boy
stretched out his two arms and flung them round the
giant's neck and kissed him, and the other children, when
(16:34):
they saw that the giant was not wicked any longer,
came running back, and with them came the spring. It
is your garden now, little children, said the giant, and
(16:56):
he took a great axe and knocked down the wall.
And when the people were going to market at twelve
o'clock they found the giant playing with the children in
(17:17):
the most beautiful garden they had ever seen. All day
long they played, and in the evening they came to
the giant to bid him goodbye. But where is your
(17:39):
little companion, he said, the boy I put into the tree.
The giant laughed him the best because he had kissed him.
We don't know, answered the children. And he has gone away.
(18:04):
You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow,
said the giant. But the children said that they did
not know where he lived and had never seen him before.
(18:25):
And the giant felt very sad. Every afternoon, when school
was over, the children came and played with the giant,
but the little boy whom the giant loved, was never
(18:49):
seen again. The giant was very kind to all the children,
yet he longed for his first little friend, and often
spoke of him. How I would like to see him,
(19:12):
he used to say. Years went over, and the giant
grew very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
(19:36):
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
(20:04):
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
(20:29):
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
(20:52):
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver root
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved downstairs. Ran the giant in great joy,
(21:17):
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
(21:40):
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
of the child's hands were the prints of two nails,
and the prince of two nails were on the little feet.
(22:02):
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant. Tell
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
(22:27):
Who art thou? Said the giant, And a strange awe
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
(22:49):
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
(23:13):
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
white blossoms. Quietly absorb the soothing words, for soon we
shall embark on this journey once more, immersing ourselves in
(23:37):
the warmth of the narrative once again. Every afternoon, as
they were coming from school, the children used to go
and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
(24:01):
lovely garden, with soft green grass here and there. Over
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
(24:28):
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their
(24:49):
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
are here, they cried to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
(25:11):
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
(25:31):
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
(25:52):
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.
(26:21):
So he built a high wall all round it and
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
(26:45):
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones,
and they did not like it. They used to wander
(27:07):
round the high wall when their lessons were over and
talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy we were there,
they said to each other. Then the spring came, and
(27:31):
all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the selfish giant it was
still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it,
(27:52):
as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom.
Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass,
but when it saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry
(28:15):
for the children that it slipped back into the ground
again and went off to sleep. The only people who
were pleased were the snow and the frost. Spring has
(28:36):
forgotten this garden, they cried, So we will live here
all the year round. The snow covered up the grass
with her great white cloak, and the frost painted all
(28:57):
the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to
stay with them, And he came. He was wrapped in furs,
and he roared all day about the garden and blew
(29:19):
the chimney pots down. This is a delightful spot, he said.
We must ask the hail on a visit. So the
hail came every day for three hours. He rattled on
(29:45):
the roof of the castle till he broke most of
the slates, and then he ran round and round the
gold garden as fast as he could go. He was
(30:06):
dressed in gray, and his breath was like ice. I
cannot understand why the spring is so late in coming,
said the selfish giant, as he sat at the window
(30:29):
and looked out at his cold white garden. I hope
there will be a change in the weather. But the
spring never came, nor the summer. The autumn gave golden
(30:51):
fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she
gave none. He is too selfish, she said. So it
was always winter there, and the north wind and the hail,
(31:16):
and the frost and the snow danced about through the trees.
One morning, the giant was lying awake in bed when
he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to
(31:42):
his ears that he thought it must be the king's
musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet
singing outside his window, But it was so long since
(32:04):
he had heard a bird sing in his garden that
it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music
in the world. Then the hail stopped dancing over his head,
(32:27):
and the north wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume
came to him through the open casement. I believe the
spring has come at last, said the giant, and he
(32:49):
jumped out of bed and looked out. What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole
in the wall. The children had crept in, and they
(33:14):
were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every
tree that he could see, there was a little child.
And the trees were so glad to have the children
back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms and
(33:41):
were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The
birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the
flowers were locking up through the grim green grass and laughing.
(34:04):
It was a lovely scene. Only in one corner it
was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden,
and in it was standing a little boy. He was
(34:29):
so small that he could not reach up to the
branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it,
crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with
(34:51):
frost and snow, and the north wind was blowing and
roaring above it. Climb up, little boy, said the tree,
and it bent its branches down as low as it could,
(35:14):
But the boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart
melted as he looked out. How selfish I have been,
he said, now I know why the spring would not
(35:35):
come here. I will put that poor little boy on
the top of the tree, and then I will knock
down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's
(35:55):
playground forever and ever. He was really very sorry for
what he had done, so he crept downstairs and opened
the front door quite softly and went out into the garden.
(36:22):
But when the children saw him, they were so frightened
that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes
(36:43):
were so full of tears that he did not see
the giant coming. And the giant stole up behind him
and took him gently in his hand, and put him
up into the tree. And the tree broke at once
(37:10):
into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it.
And the little boy stretched out his two arms and
flung them round the giant's neck and kissed him. And
(37:31):
the other children, when they saw that the giant was
not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them
came the spring. It is your garden now, little children,
(37:53):
said the giant, and he took a great axe and
knocked down the wall. And when the people were going
to market at twelve o'clock they found the giant playing
(38:14):
with the children in the most beautiful garden they had
ever seen. All day long they played, and in the
evening they came to the giant to bid him goodbye.
(38:37):
But where is your little companion, he said the boy
I put into the tree. The giant laughed him the
best because he had kissed him. We don't know, answered
(38:58):
the children. He has gone away. You must tell him
to be sure and come here tomorrow, said the giant.
But the children said that they did not know where
he lived and had never seen him before, And the
(39:25):
giant felt very sad. Every afternoon when school was over,
the children came and played with the giant, but the
little boy whom the giant loved, was never seen again.
(39:52):
The giant was very kind to all the children, yet
he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke
of him. How I would like to see him, he
used to say. Years went over, and the giant grew
(40:20):
very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
(40:45):
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
(41:10):
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
(41:37):
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver. Fruit
(42:00):
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved. Downstairs, ran the giant in great joy,
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
(42:25):
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
(42:47):
of the child's hands were the prince of two nails?
And the prince of two nails were on the little feet?
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant, Tell
(43:08):
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
Who art thou? Said the giant, and a strange awe
(43:33):
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
(43:56):
shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
(44:20):
white blossoms. As the tail unfolds once more, let it
wash over you, resonating in the quiet corners of your mind.
Soon we'll retrace our steps through the corridors of this narrative,
(44:47):
finding comfort and familiarity. In the words once again. Every afternoon,
as they were coming from school, the children used to
go and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
(45:13):
lovely garden with soft green grass here and there. Over
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
(45:40):
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children us to stop their
(46:01):
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
are here, they cried to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
(46:23):
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
(46:43):
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
(47:04):
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it. But myself.
(47:33):
So he built a high wall all round it and
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
(47:57):
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones,
and they did not like it. They used to wander
(48:19):
round the high wall when their lessons were over and
talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy we were there,
they said to each other. Then the spring came, and
(48:43):
all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the selfish giant it was
still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it,
(49:04):
as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom.
Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass,
but when it saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry
(49:27):
for the children that it slipped back into the ground
again and went off to sleep. The only people who
were pleased were the snow and the frost. Spring has
(49:47):
forgotten this garden, they cried, So we will live here
all the year round. The snow covered up the grass
with her great white cloak, and the frost painted all
(50:09):
the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to
stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs,
and he roared all day about the garden and blew
(50:31):
the chimney pots down. This is a delightful spot, he said.
We must ask the hail on a visit. So the
hail came every day for three hours. He rattled on
(50:57):
the roof of the castle till he broke most of
the slates, and then he ran round and round the
garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed
(51:19):
in gray, and his breath was like ice. I cannot
understand why the spring is so late in coming, said
the selfish giant, as he sat at the window and
(51:41):
looked out at his cold white garden. I hope there
will be a change in the weather. But the spring
never came, nor the summer. The autumn gave golden fruit
(52:03):
to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none.
He is too selfish, she said. So it was always
winter there, and the north wind and the hail, and
(52:29):
the frost and the snow danced about through the trees.
One morning, the giant was lying awake in bed when
he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to
(52:54):
his ears that he thought it must be the king
King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little
linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long
(53:16):
since he had heard a bird sing in his garden
that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful
music in the world. Then the hail stopped dancing over
(53:37):
his head, and the north wind ceased roaring, and a
delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. I
believe the spring has come at last, said the giant,
(54:00):
and he jumped out of bed and looked out. What
did he see? He saw a most wonderful sight. Through
a little hole in the wall. The children had crept in,
(54:25):
and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
In every tree that he could see, there was a
little child. And the trees were so glad to have
the children back again that they had covered themselves with
(54:51):
blossoms and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads.
The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and
the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
(55:16):
It was a lovely scene. Only in one corner it
was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden,
and in it was standing a little boy. He was
(55:41):
so small that he could not reach up to the
branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it,
crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with
(56:03):
frost and snow, and the north wind was blowing and
roaring above it. Climb up, little boy, said the tree,
and it bent its branches down as low as it could,
(56:26):
But the boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart
melted as he looked out. How selfish I have been,
he said, now I know why the spring would not
(56:47):
come here. I will put that poor little boy on
the top of the tree, and then I knock down
the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground
(57:08):
forever and ever. He was really very sorry for what
he had done, so he crept downstairs and opened the
front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
(57:34):
But when the children saw him, they were so frightened
that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes
(57:55):
were so full of tears that he did not see
the giant coming. And the giant stole up behind him
and took him gently in his hand and put him
up into the tree. And the tree broke at once
(58:22):
into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it.
And the little boy stretched out his two arms and
flung them round the giant's neck and kissed him. And
(58:43):
the other children, when they saw that the giant was
not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them
came the spring. It is your garden now, little children,
(59:05):
said the giant, and he took a great axe and
knocked down the wall. And when the people were going
to market at twelve o'clock they found the giant playing
(59:26):
with the children in the most beautiful garden they had
ever seen. All day long they played, and in the
evening they came to the giant to bid him goodbye.
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But where is your little companion, he said the boy
I put into the tree. The giant laughed him the
best because he had kissed him. We don't know, answered
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the children. He has gone away. You must tell him
to be sure, and come here tomorrow, said the giant.
But the children said that they did not know where
he lived, and had never seen him before. And the
(01:00:37):
giant felt very sad. Every afternoon when school was over,
the children came and played with the giant, but the
little boy whom the giant loved, was never seen again.
(01:01:04):
The giant was very kind to all the children, yet
he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke
of him. How I would like to see him, he
used to say. Years went over, and the giant grew
(01:01:32):
very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
(01:01:57):
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
(01:02:22):
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
(01:02:49):
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver. Fruit
(01:03:12):
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved downstairs, ran the giant in great joy,
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
(01:03:37):
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
(01:03:58):
of the child hands were the prince of two nails,
and the prince of two nails were on the little feet.
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant. Tell
(01:04:20):
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
Who art thou? Said the giant, And a strange awe
(01:04:45):
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
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shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
(01:05:32):
white blossoms. Have a blessed rest, sweet dreams, good night,
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before
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we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. This is the
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Tale of the Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde, a story
about a grumpy giant, a beautiful garden, and how the
warmth of love and generosity can thaw even the coldest hearts.
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Before we begin, let's prepare for this gentle adventure. Take
a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Feel
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your body relax as you take in another deep breath
and let go of the day. I'll be reading tonight's
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story three times, giving you the chance to settle in
and allow the soothing repetition to ease your mind and
body inter rest. Now, close your eyes and imagine a
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grand walled garden blooming with flowers, peach, trees, and singing birds.
It is here that our story finds its beginning. Every afternoon,
(02:49):
as they were coming from school, the children used to
go and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
lovely garden with soft green grass here and there. Over
(03:12):
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
(03:36):
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
(03:57):
are here, they cry to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
(04:19):
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
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he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
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is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.
So he built a high wall all round it and
(05:27):
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
(05:53):
but the road was very dusty and full of hard
stone zones, and they did not like it. They used
to wander round the high wall when their lessons were
over and talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy
(06:22):
we were there, they said to each other. Then the
spring came, and all over the country there were little
blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the
(06:43):
selfish giant it was still winter. The birds did not
care to sing in it, as there were no children,
and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower
(07:05):
put its head out from the grass, but when it
saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry for the children
that it slipped back into the ground again and went
off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were
(07:30):
the snow and the frost. Spring has forgotten this garden,
they cried, So we will live here all the year round.
The snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak,
(07:55):
and the frost painted all the trees silver. Then they
invited the north wind to stay with them, and he came.
He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day
(08:17):
about the garden and blew the chimney pots down. This
is a delightful spot, he said. We must ask the
hail on a visit. So the hail came every day
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for three hours. He rattled on the roof of the
castle till he broke most of the slates, and then
he ran round and round the garden as fast as
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he could go. He was dressed in gray, and his
breath was like ice. I cannot understand why the spring
is so late in coming, said the selfish giant, as
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he sat at the window and looked out at his
cold white garden. I hope there will be a change
in the weather. But the spring never came, nor the summer.
(09:49):
The autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to
the Giant's garden she gave none. He is too selfish,
she said. So it was always winter there, and the
(10:12):
north wind and the hail, and the frost and the
snow danced about through the trees. One morning, the giant
was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music.
(10:39):
It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought
it must be the king's musicians passing by. It was
really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but
(11:02):
it was so long since he had heard a bird
sing in his garden that it seemed to him to
be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the
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hail stopped dancing over his head, and the north wind
ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through
the open casement. I believe the spring has come at last,
(11:47):
said the giant, and he jumped out of bed and
looked out. What did he see? He saw a most
wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall. The
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children had crept in, and they were sitting in the
branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see,
there was a little child. And the trees were so
(12:31):
glad to have the children back again that they had
covered themselves with blossoms and were waving their arms gently
above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and
(12:53):
twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through
through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene.
Only in one corner it was still winter. It was
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the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was
standing a little boy. He was so small that he
could not reach up to the branches of the tree,
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and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The
poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow,
and the north wind was blowing and roaring above it.
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Climb up, little boy, said the tree, and it bent
its branches down as low as it could, But the
boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart melted as
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he looked out. How selfish I have been, he said,
now I know why the spring would not come here.
I will put that poor little boy on the top
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of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall,
and my garden shall be the children's playground forever and ever.
He was really very sorry for what he had done,
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so he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly,
and went out into the garden. But when the children
saw him, they were so frightened that they all ran away,
(15:32):
and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy
did not run, for his eyes were so full of
tears that he did not see the giant coming. And
(15:52):
the giant stole up behind him and took him gently
in his hand and put him up into the tree.
And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the
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birds came and sang on it. And the little boy
stretched out his two arms and flung them round the
giant's neck and kissed him, and the other children, when
(16:34):
they saw that the giant was not wicked any longer,
came running back, and with them came the spring. It
is your garden now, little children, said the giant, and
(16:56):
he took a great axe and knocked down the wall.
And when the people were going to market at twelve
o'clock they found the giant playing with the children in
(17:17):
the most beautiful garden they had ever seen. All day
long they played, and in the evening they came to
the giant to bid him goodbye. But where is your
(17:39):
little companion, he said, the boy I put into the tree.
The giant laughed him the best because he had kissed him.
We don't know, answered the children. And he has gone away.
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You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow,
said the giant. But the children said that they did
not know where he lived and had never seen him before.
(18:25):
And the giant felt very sad. Every afternoon, when school
was over, the children came and played with the giant,
but the little boy whom the giant loved, was never
(18:49):
seen again. The giant was very kind to all the children,
yet he longed for his first little friend, and often
spoke of him. How I would like to see him,
(19:12):
he used to say. Years went over, and the giant
grew very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
(19:36):
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
(20:04):
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
(20:29):
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
(20:52):
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver root
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved downstairs. Ran the giant in great joy,
(21:17):
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
(21:40):
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
of the child's hands were the prints of two nails,
and the prince of two nails were on the little feet.
(22:02):
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant. Tell
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
(22:27):
Who art thou? Said the giant, And a strange awe
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
(22:49):
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
(23:13):
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
white blossoms. Quietly absorb the soothing words, for soon we
shall embark on this journey once more, immersing ourselves in
(23:37):
the warmth of the narrative once again. Every afternoon, as
they were coming from school, the children used to go
and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
(24:01):
lovely garden, with soft green grass here and there. Over
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
(24:28):
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their
(24:49):
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
are here, they cried to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
(25:11):
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
(25:31):
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
(25:52):
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.
(26:21):
So he built a high wall all round it and
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
(26:45):
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones,
and they did not like it. They used to wander
(27:07):
round the high wall when their lessons were over and
talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy we were there,
they said to each other. Then the spring came, and
(27:31):
all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the selfish giant it was
still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it,
(27:52):
as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom.
Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass,
but when it saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry
(28:15):
for the children that it slipped back into the ground
again and went off to sleep. The only people who
were pleased were the snow and the frost. Spring has
(28:36):
forgotten this garden, they cried, So we will live here
all the year round. The snow covered up the grass
with her great white cloak, and the frost painted all
(28:57):
the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to
stay with them, And he came. He was wrapped in furs,
and he roared all day about the garden and blew
(29:19):
the chimney pots down. This is a delightful spot, he said.
We must ask the hail on a visit. So the
hail came every day for three hours. He rattled on
(29:45):
the roof of the castle till he broke most of
the slates, and then he ran round and round the
gold garden as fast as he could go. He was
(30:06):
dressed in gray, and his breath was like ice. I
cannot understand why the spring is so late in coming,
said the selfish giant, as he sat at the window
(30:29):
and looked out at his cold white garden. I hope
there will be a change in the weather. But the
spring never came, nor the summer. The autumn gave golden
(30:51):
fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she
gave none. He is too selfish, she said. So it
was always winter there, and the north wind and the hail,
(31:16):
and the frost and the snow danced about through the trees.
One morning, the giant was lying awake in bed when
he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to
(31:42):
his ears that he thought it must be the king's
musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet
singing outside his window, But it was so long since
(32:04):
he had heard a bird sing in his garden that
it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music
in the world. Then the hail stopped dancing over his head,
(32:27):
and the north wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume
came to him through the open casement. I believe the
spring has come at last, said the giant, and he
(32:49):
jumped out of bed and looked out. What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole
in the wall. The children had crept in, and they
(33:14):
were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every
tree that he could see, there was a little child.
And the trees were so glad to have the children
back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms and
(33:41):
were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The
birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the
flowers were locking up through the grim green grass and laughing.
(34:04):
It was a lovely scene. Only in one corner it
was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden,
and in it was standing a little boy. He was
(34:29):
so small that he could not reach up to the
branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it,
crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with
(34:51):
frost and snow, and the north wind was blowing and
roaring above it. Climb up, little boy, said the tree,
and it bent its branches down as low as it could,
(35:14):
But the boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart
melted as he looked out. How selfish I have been,
he said, now I know why the spring would not
(35:35):
come here. I will put that poor little boy on
the top of the tree, and then I will knock
down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's
(35:55):
playground forever and ever. He was really very sorry for
what he had done, so he crept downstairs and opened
the front door quite softly and went out into the garden.
(36:22):
But when the children saw him, they were so frightened
that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes
(36:43):
were so full of tears that he did not see
the giant coming. And the giant stole up behind him
and took him gently in his hand, and put him
up into the tree. And the tree broke at once
(37:10):
into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it.
And the little boy stretched out his two arms and
flung them round the giant's neck and kissed him. And
(37:31):
the other children, when they saw that the giant was
not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them
came the spring. It is your garden now, little children,
(37:53):
said the giant, and he took a great axe and
knocked down the wall. And when the people were going
to market at twelve o'clock they found the giant playing
(38:14):
with the children in the most beautiful garden they had
ever seen. All day long they played, and in the
evening they came to the giant to bid him goodbye.
(38:37):
But where is your little companion, he said the boy
I put into the tree. The giant laughed him the
best because he had kissed him. We don't know, answered
(38:58):
the children. He has gone away. You must tell him
to be sure and come here tomorrow, said the giant.
But the children said that they did not know where
he lived and had never seen him before, And the
(39:25):
giant felt very sad. Every afternoon when school was over,
the children came and played with the giant, but the
little boy whom the giant loved, was never seen again.
(39:52):
The giant was very kind to all the children, yet
he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke
of him. How I would like to see him, he
used to say. Years went over, and the giant grew
(40:20):
very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
(40:45):
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
(41:10):
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
(41:37):
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver. Fruit
(42:00):
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved. Downstairs, ran the giant in great joy,
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
(42:25):
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
(42:47):
of the child's hands were the prince of two nails?
And the prince of two nails were on the little feet?
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant, Tell
(43:08):
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
Who art thou? Said the giant, and a strange awe
(43:33):
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
(43:56):
shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
(44:20):
white blossoms. As the tail unfolds once more, let it
wash over you, resonating in the quiet corners of your mind.
Soon we'll retrace our steps through the corridors of this narrative,
(44:47):
finding comfort and familiarity. In the words once again. Every afternoon,
as they were coming from school, the children used to
go and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large,
(45:13):
lovely garden with soft green grass here and there. Over
the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars. And there were
twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into
(45:40):
delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and
sang so sweetly that the children us to stop their
(46:01):
games in order to listen to them. How happy we
are here, they cried to each other. One day the
Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend,
(46:23):
the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
After the seven years were over, he had said all
that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
(46:43):
and he determined to return to his own castle. When
he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden.
What are you doing here, he cried in a very
(47:04):
gruff voice, and the children ran away. My own garden
is my own garden, said the giant. Anyone can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it. But myself.
(47:33):
So he built a high wall all round it and
put up a notice board. Trespasses will be prosecuted. He
was a very selfish giant. The poor children had now
(47:57):
nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road,
but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones,
and they did not like it. They used to wander
(48:19):
round the high wall when their lessons were over and
talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy we were there,
they said to each other. Then the spring came, and
(48:43):
all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the selfish giant it was
still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it,
(49:04):
as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom.
Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass,
but when it saw the noticeboard, it was so sorry
(49:27):
for the children that it slipped back into the ground
again and went off to sleep. The only people who
were pleased were the snow and the frost. Spring has
(49:47):
forgotten this garden, they cried, So we will live here
all the year round. The snow covered up the grass
with her great white cloak, and the frost painted all
(50:09):
the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to
stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs,
and he roared all day about the garden and blew
(50:31):
the chimney pots down. This is a delightful spot, he said.
We must ask the hail on a visit. So the
hail came every day for three hours. He rattled on
(50:57):
the roof of the castle till he broke most of
the slates, and then he ran round and round the
garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed
(51:19):
in gray, and his breath was like ice. I cannot
understand why the spring is so late in coming, said
the selfish giant, as he sat at the window and
(51:41):
looked out at his cold white garden. I hope there
will be a change in the weather. But the spring
never came, nor the summer. The autumn gave golden fruit
(52:03):
to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none.
He is too selfish, she said. So it was always
winter there, and the north wind and the hail, and
(52:29):
the frost and the snow danced about through the trees.
One morning, the giant was lying awake in bed when
he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to
(52:54):
his ears that he thought it must be the king
King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little
linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long
(53:16):
since he had heard a bird sing in his garden
that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful
music in the world. Then the hail stopped dancing over
(53:37):
his head, and the north wind ceased roaring, and a
delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. I
believe the spring has come at last, said the giant,
(54:00):
and he jumped out of bed and looked out. What
did he see? He saw a most wonderful sight. Through
a little hole in the wall. The children had crept in,
(54:25):
and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
In every tree that he could see, there was a
little child. And the trees were so glad to have
the children back again that they had covered themselves with
(54:51):
blossoms and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads.
The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and
the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
(55:16):
It was a lovely scene. Only in one corner it
was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden,
and in it was standing a little boy. He was
(55:41):
so small that he could not reach up to the
branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it,
crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with
(56:03):
frost and snow, and the north wind was blowing and
roaring above it. Climb up, little boy, said the tree,
and it bent its branches down as low as it could,
(56:26):
But the boy was too tiny, and the giant's heart
melted as he looked out. How selfish I have been,
he said, now I know why the spring would not
(56:47):
come here. I will put that poor little boy on
the top of the tree, and then I knock down
the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground
(57:08):
forever and ever. He was really very sorry for what
he had done, so he crept downstairs and opened the
front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
(57:34):
But when the children saw him, they were so frightened
that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes
(57:55):
were so full of tears that he did not see
the giant coming. And the giant stole up behind him
and took him gently in his hand and put him
up into the tree. And the tree broke at once
(58:22):
into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it.
And the little boy stretched out his two arms and
flung them round the giant's neck and kissed him. And
(58:43):
the other children, when they saw that the giant was
not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them
came the spring. It is your garden now, little children,
(59:05):
said the giant, and he took a great axe and
knocked down the wall. And when the people were going
to market at twelve o'clock they found the giant playing
(59:26):
with the children in the most beautiful garden they had
ever seen. All day long they played, and in the
evening they came to the giant to bid him goodbye.
(59:49):
But where is your little companion, he said the boy
I put into the tree. The giant laughed him the
best because he had kissed him. We don't know, answered
(01:00:10):
the children. He has gone away. You must tell him
to be sure, and come here tomorrow, said the giant.
But the children said that they did not know where
he lived, and had never seen him before. And the
(01:00:37):
giant felt very sad. Every afternoon when school was over,
the children came and played with the giant, but the
little boy whom the giant loved, was never seen again.
(01:01:04):
The giant was very kind to all the children, yet
he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke
of him. How I would like to see him, he
used to say. Years went over, and the giant grew
(01:01:32):
very old and feeble. He could not play about anymore.
So he sat in a huge armchair and watched the
children at their games, and admired his garden. I have
(01:01:57):
many beautiful flowers, he said, but the children are the
most beautiful flowers of all. One winter morning, he looked
out of his window as he was dressing. He did
(01:02:22):
not hate the winter now, for he knew that it
was merely the spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Suddenly,
he rubbed his eyes in wonder and looked and looked.
(01:02:49):
It certainly was a marvelous sight. In the farthest corner
of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely
white blossoms. Its branches were all golden and silver. Fruit
(01:03:12):
hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little
boy he had loved downstairs, ran the giant in great joy,
and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass
(01:03:37):
and came near to the child. And when he came
quite close, his face grew red with anger, and he said,
who hath dared to wound thee? For on the palms
(01:03:58):
of the child hands were the prince of two nails,
and the prince of two nails were on the little feet.
Who hath dared to wound thee? Cried the giant. Tell
(01:04:20):
me that I may take my big sword and slay him. Nay,
answered the child, But these are the wounds of love.
Who art thou? Said the giant, And a strange awe
(01:04:45):
fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the giant and said to him,
you let me play once in your garden. Today you
(01:05:08):
shall come with me to my garden, which is paradise.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found
the giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with
(01:05:32):
white blossoms. Have a blessed rest, sweet dreams, good night,
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