And to him one
day came the thought, and grew from little to more in his mind, that
some time or other there must have been, and some time or other there
would be again, for his people and for all people a "Golden Age."
"Other ages," he said, "are silver, or brass, or iron; but one is a
Golden Age." And I suppose he was thinking of that Age when he gave
names to his three sons, for he called them YESTERGOLD, GOLDENDAY, and
GOLDMORROW. Sometimes when he talked about them, he would say, "They
are my three captains of the Golden Age." He had also a little
daughter whom he greatly loved. Her name was FAITH.
These children were very good. And they were clever as well as good.
But like all the children of that old time, they remained children
longer than the children of now-a-days. It was many years before their
school days came to an end, and when they ended they did not altogether
cease to be children. They had simple thoughts and simple ways, just
like the people of the kingdom. Their father used to take them up and
down through the country, to make them acquainted with the lives of the
people.
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