YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



I tried so hard to speak, it seemed as 

 though my very soul was in my eyes, and 

 she must have understood, for she gathered 

 me back to her breast again, and said to 

 herself, not firmly, but half as though she 

 were praying, ' ' I must not, must not, learn 

 to love you!' 



But I said in my little fluttering heart, 

 You shall learn to love me, unless you are 

 made of stone.' And I knew she was not, 

 better than any big man could know, be- 

 cause God gives us poor little dogs the 

 power to look right in at people's souls in a 

 twinkling. 



Those wistful, dark, inquiring eyes, 

 So fond and watchful, deep and true, 



What makes the thought so often rise 

 What looks those crystal windows through ? >r 



ELIZABETH CHARLES. 



Just then a gentleman came in to the hall 

 below, and, as he laid by his coat and hat, 

 he hummed in a rich tenor voice: 



' Old dog Tray's ever faithful, 

 Grief cannot drive him away ! " 



I had never heard any singing before, 

 though I learned to love it afterward, - - and 



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