. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . / CANNOT think thine all is buried here, I said and sighed- -the wind awoke and blewThe morning beam along the gossamer, That floated oer thy grave all wet with dew ;A hint of better things, however slight, Will feed a loving heart; it soothed my woe,To watch that little shaft of heavenly light Pass oer thee, moving gently to and fro. CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER.

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