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And amid it all,  this heartache and the loneliness which the years have brought,  cometh my Christmas gift to day: the solace of a vision of that country whither she  our little Mistress Merciless  hath gone; a glimpse of that far off land of Ever Plaisanc AND AMID IT ALL THIS HEARTACHE AND THE LONELINESS WHICH THE YEARS HAVE BROUGHT COMETH MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO DAY THE SOLACE OF A VISION OF THAT COUNTRY WHITHER SHE OUR LITTLE MISTRESS MERCILESS HATH GONE A GLIMPSE OF THAT FAR OFF LAND OF EVER PLACENCE END OF MISTRESS MERCILESS
 break for love of her, we knew that it were better so. The tale is told, for it were not seemly to speak all the things that are in one's heart when one hath to say of a much-beloved child whose life here hath been shortened so that, in God's wisdom and kindness, her life shall be longer in that garden that bloometh far away. About me are scattered the toys she loved, and the doll Beautiful hath come down all-battered and grim,--yet, oh! so very precious to me, from those distant years; yonder fareth the Queen of Sheba in her service as handmaiden unto me and mine,--gaunt and doleful-eyed, yet stanch and sturdy as of old. The garden lieth under the Christmas snow,--the garden where ghosts of trees wave their arms and moan over the graves of flowers; the once gracious arbor is crippled now with the infirmities of age, the Siege of Restfulness fast sinketh into decay, and long, oh! long ago did that bird Joyous carol forth his last sweet song in the garden that was once so passing fair. H OUR HEARTS WERE LIKE TO BREAK FOR LOVE OF HER WE KNEW THAT IT WERE BETTER SO THE TALE IS TOLD FOR IT WERE NOT SEEMLY TO SPEAK ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE IN ONE'S HEART WHEN ONE HATH TO SAY OF A MUCH BELOVED CHILD WHOSE LIFE HERE HATH BEEN SHORTENED SO THAT IN GOD'S WISDOM AND KINDNESS HER LIFE SHALL BE LONGER IN THAT GARDEN THAT BLOOMETH FAR AWAY ABOUT ME ARE SCATTERED THE TOYS SHE LOVED AND THE DULL BEAUTIFUL HATH COME DOWN ALL BATTERED AND GRIM YET O SO VERY PRECIOUS TO ME FROM THOSE DISTANT YEARS YONDER FARETH THE QUEEN OF SHEBA IN HER SERVICE AS HANDMAIDEN UNTO ME AND MINE GAUNT AND DOLEFUL EYED YET STANCH AND STURDY AS OF OLD THE GARDEN LIETH UNDER THE CHRISTMAS SNOW THE GARDEN WHERE GHOSTS OF TREES WAVE THEIR ARMS AND MOAN OVER THE GRAVES OF FLOWERS THE ONCE GRACIOUS ARBOUR IS CRIPPLED NOW WITH THE INFIRMITIES OF AGE THE SIEGE OF RESTFULNESS FAST SINKETH INTO DECAY AND LONG OH LONG AGO DID THAT BIRD JOYOUS CAROL FORTH HIS LAST SWEET SONG IN THE GARDEN THAT WAS ONCE SO PASSING FAIR
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