YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



Papa took me in his arms a moment and 

 fondled me tenderly and said, ' Good-by, 

 little Sweetheart!' and passed me back to 

 aunt Mary. 



They all shook hands with long, strong 

 clasp, and the waiting carriage drove away 

 with them. I watched it with straining 

 eyes, welling with tears. I could see papa 

 waving his hat and mamma her white 

 handkerchief in a long farewell, and aunt 

 Mary and the doctor waved back. We 

 could see them as the carriage whirled by 

 the big oak and Hope spring, around the 

 Cove, in the western sunlight - - on past 

 the red bridge, till they turned from my 

 wistful, straining sight into the wood, near- 

 ing the station. 



I knew they were going far, far away, 

 beyond our city home, and my little heart 

 was following after like a winged bird. It 

 followed them over the stormy ocean, the 

 burning deserts of Egypt, the stony moun- 

 tains of Palestine, and the snowy passes of 

 Syria, clear through the lands of the Sphinx, 

 the Cross and the Crescent; and at every 

 halting-place dear faithful aunt Mary sent 

 a letter to meet them, to tell them that their 



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