XII

""What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not mealt in the furnance. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for ever more, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.""

Fragmento extraído del cuento "The Happy Prince", de Oscar Wilde