YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



they used to bring her great armloads of 

 the flowers, and she would fix such lovely 

 bouquets for all the rooms. 



Grandma loved the birds and flowers, and 

 in her city home she used to feed the poor 

 little sparrows every morning. 



I used to sit on grandma's knee and listen 

 to papa and the young folks singing at 

 evening. 



I loved music dearly, but I never tried to 

 sing too, as some little dogs do, but when 

 they sang mamma's song, as they called 

 it,- 



" There is an Island blest, in the shelter of the bay, 

 Where weary souls may rest, and drive dull care 



away; 

 An Isle, like Venus born, tossed upward by the 



sea, 

 No art can e'er adorn its tree-clad hills for me ! " 



with all the gay and happy guests ap- 

 plauding, as the song went on to tell of the 

 island eagle and his nest, the white sea-gulls, 

 the youth-renewing draughts from Hebe's 

 spring, the purple, wine, and gold of the 

 sunsets o'er the sea, "like the Golden Gates 

 ajar," - all the things I had learned that 

 they watched and loved in our dear island 



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