A Heart-Motto [pp. 434]

A Heart-Motto.
are you, Torrey?" as they groped along "Clayton!-oh, Clayton!-pray tell us
the wall in the direction of this sound. where you are?"
It was dark as pitch. Estin held Lan- The walls of the empty room echoed
don's hand and the negro followed after their cry.
them.
A HEART-MOTTO.
Somebody sent me a dear little note The paper was Moinier's, the writing was fair Shall I discover what somebody wrote?
No! let the wax keep the secret from air.
But this was the motto the seal had to show,
This-c'est le coeur qui fait valoir les mots!
Somebody walked with me-light was her tread
Over the beautiful sunshiny wold Shall I here tell you what somebody said?
The sun-light is faded, the words are grown cold;
Do you believe in the motto or no,
C'est-c'est le coeur qui fait valoir les mots
Somebody sang me a sweet little song
Full of all tender, unspeakable things,
Shall I repeat them? No, ever so long
They have flown off on the swiftest of wings;
And the nest they deserted is white with snow,
Ah! c'est le cceur qui fait valoir les mots!
Shall I with censure link somebody's name
For the note, t6te-a-t6te and the fly-away birds?
No, the dear creature is never to blame,
She has no heart to give value to words:
Sweetly as Hybla her language may flow Mais, c'est le cceur qui fait valoir les mots!
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