. A dog of Flanders [electronic resource]: and other stories. in the darkness. I heard a voice above me say that life had left herlips as the dead rose touched them. What more is there for me to tell ? I live, since to breathe, and to feel pain, and todesire vainly, and to suffer always, are surest proofsof life. I live, since that strangers hand which brought mylittle dead blossom as the message of farewell, had pityon me and brought me away from that living the pity was vain : I died the only death that hadany power to hurt me when the human heart I lovedgrew still for ever. The li
. A dog of Flanders [electronic resource]: and other stories. in the darkness. I heard a voice above me say that life had left herlips as the dead rose touched them. What more is there for me to tell ? I live, since to breathe, and to feel pain, and todesire vainly, and to suffer always, are surest proofsof life. I live, since that strangers hand which brought mylittle dead blossom as the message of farewell, had pityon me and brought me away from that living the pity was vain : I died the only death that hadany power to hurt me when the human heart I lovedgrew still for ever. The light of the full day now shines on me: theshadows are cool, the dews are welcome: they speakaround me of the coming of spring, and in the silenc<of the dawns I hear from the woods without the pipingof the nesting birds ; but for me the summer can never 238 A PROVENCE ROSE. more return—for me tne summer can never again beshining—for me the greenest garden world is barrenas a desert. For I am only a little rose, but I am in exile andFrance is A LEAF IN THE STOEM.
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