YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



and put my little fore paws on the arm of 

 her vacant chair, and look with my great 

 inquiring eyes in mamma's face, till the 

 sudden tears would dim her sight; for she 

 was thinking how in the drear March days 

 the Father's call had come grandma's 

 work was well done. 



Mamma seemed sadder that summer, 

 and I knew it better than any one else. I 

 used to creep close to her heart when we 

 were alone and lay my little head softly 

 against one cheek and then the other, over 

 and over, to tell her how I loved her, and 

 how sorry I was for her. We would sit that 

 way together and watch the great red sun 

 go down into the sea, and away off in the 

 sky-country she said we could see a brighter 

 land, through golden gates, with purple 

 waves and rose-lit sails and beauteous isles 

 of eternal rest, and the changing forms of 

 "many mansions." 



And mamma pondered in her heart and 

 would repeat the sweet, comforting words 

 dear grandma had spoken in that chill 

 March morning, while the Angel of Parting 

 waited by the hearth-stone. She could hear 

 again the sweet, tremulous voice repeating: 

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