Yours with all my heart - her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy (1904) (14772644673)
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Identifier: yourswithallmyhe00baxe (find matches)
Title: Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Baxendale, Esther M
Subjects: Dogs
Publisher: Boston : L.C. Page
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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No, no, dear hearts! Love is immortal,if invisible. Although, in that beautifulSabbath morning, when the rosy dawn wassuffusing sea and sky, and rested like a bene-diction on the two homes, I folded my meeklittle fore paws over my snow-white breast,and looked with long, tender farewell into 303 YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART your tearful eyes, and my faithful spiritfluttered out into the Unknown Country,still, am I so far away? Can love like mineever sleep the sleep of forgetfulness, ordeath ? Will it not watch, and wait, andhope for you ?
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Into the Unknown Country. 304 EPILOGUE Where does the true Shekinah shine ?Not far away. That Love doth broodOer lives the lowliest and most rude.An angels song, a bird-note clear,Rise to the same all-listening ear.(By Permission.) MRS. MARY JOHNSON. 1 A HAT little form was laid in her snow-white basket, whiter with interwovenflowers. Too beautiful, too dear, sheseemed, to pass from sight, as they loweredher, on her bed of blossoms, by the long whiteribbons to the pretty cedar house her deardoctor had builded with his own hands. Be-cause she loved Sportums house so well,he had builded it just like it, for he couldnot bear to see that lovely form laid in thecommon earth. That little grave was lined with soft greenferns, and the twenty-four pitying guests ofIsland Haven gathered around, and eachcast a mist-white amaranthus flower uponthat fawn-like sleeper; one there was who 305 EPILOGUE laid a sweet white rose in the little foldedarms. Then a real servant of God broke silence,and told