YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



the pillow, her long, fringed lashes resting 

 lightly over her delicately tinted cheeks, 

 like a sleeping sea-nymph. 



How I loved to be sent to kiss her hand, 

 to wake her, and watch for the first peep of 



her laughing eyes from under their fringy 

 curtains. I used to feel she was all my very 

 own. 



But one day a stranger came between us, 



and my little heart was forlorn and hurt at 



first, and I eyed him askance. Mamma 



and I were down by the big lily-pond, look- 



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