YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



sank lower and lower - he melted away ; 

 the blanching face of the lovely lady faded 

 into a desolate plain of trampled snow, dap- 

 pled with strangest blood-spots, and men 

 lay there sleeping, cold and white and still. 

 Could they have put each other to sleep ? 



Nobody was awake, only one poor lonely 

 charger, whose fallen master still clasped 

 the rein in his white fingers. The chill win- 

 ter winds tossed the steed's snow-white 

 mane over his drooping head that hung so 

 sorrowfully near the hand he loved. He 

 might have torn his rein from the light clasp 

 and flown to warmth and safety, but no! 

 he would stand on, in the falling night and 

 gathering snow, faithful to that fallen mas- 

 ter's lightest touch, till he too sank to sleep, 

 starving, freezing, * Forgotten. ' 



Oh, how our hearts ached for him, and 

 mamma said he was only one of thousands 

 of faithful horses, suffering the wars and 

 woes of men, with never a voice to plead 

 for them - only when some master-hand, 

 like Landseer, Bonheur, Waller, Noble, and 

 others like them, revealed in scenes like 

 these their more than human devotion. 



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