"Thou _shalt_ see it!" exclaimed a strong youth, who was courageous, but seldom completed anything he undertook, for lack of perseverance. The old man blessed him. He started for the mountain, and walked a long way up its side, often missing his footing, and at one time seeking aid from a rotten branch, which broke in his grasp and nearly threw him to the base. After repeated efforts to reach the summit, he found a sweet, pale blossom growing in a mossy nook by a rock. "Ah! here it is--the same, I dare say, as those on the mountain top. So what need of climbing farther? What a lucky fellow I am to save so many steps for myself!" and he went down the mountain side as fast as he could, amid the rank and tangled wood, with the flower in his hand. Day was walking over the meadows with golden feet when he entered the cottage and placed the blossom exultingly in the old man's palm. "What! so quick returned?" he said. "Thou must have been very swift--but this, my good young man, never grew on the mountain top! Thee must have found this half way up. I remember well those little flowers--they grew by the rocks where I used to rest when on my journey up." The crowd who had come to see the strange white flower now laughed aloud, which made the youth withdraw, abashed and much humbled. Had he been strong of heart, he would have tried again, and not returned without the blossom from the mountain top. Many others tried, but never had the courage to reach its height; while the old man daily grew weaker. "He'll die without setting eyes on his flower," said the good woman who had given him shelter the night he came to the valley. She had not the courage to try the ascent, but she endeavored to stimulate others to go to the top and bring the blossom to cheer his heart. She offered, as reward, choice fruits and linen from her stores; but all had some excuse, although they loved the old man tenderly: none felt equal to the effort. Towards noon, a pale, fragile girl, from a distant part of the vale, appeared, who had heard of his desire, and stood at the door of his cottage and knocked. "What dost thou wish?" he asked from within. "To go to the mountain for the flower and place it in thy hand," she answered, as she entered his room and meekly stood before him. "Thou art very frail of body," he replied, "but strong of heart. Go, try, and my soul will follow and strengthen thee, fair daughter." She kissed his hand, and departed.