YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



well-house, and as their crimson shower of 

 falling blossoms, shaken by the night winds, 

 fell over my little fawn-like figure, like a sad 

 prophecy, poor mamma's heart would ache, 

 as though its own ruby drops were falling. 

 She had learned to love me so in the thir- 



teen sweet years that my every heart-beat 

 had been for her and papa, and the dear 

 friends who had shown me affection. My 

 wistful eyes strained long over every depar- 

 ture; my watchful, silken ears rose and fell 

 at sound of every approaching footstep ; my 

 airy, dancing, caressing welcome was for 

 every glad return. 

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