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I FOUND A few old letters of mine carefully hidden in her box- a few small toys for her memory to play with.

With a timorous heart she tried to steal these trifles from time's turbulent stream, and said, 'These are mine only!'

Ah, there is no one now to claim them, who can pay their price with loving care, yet here they are still.

Surely there is love in this world to save her from utter loss, even like this love of hers that saved these letters with such fond care.

 

 

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