Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 7: what you’re looking at

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MYRA, THE 1 CHILD OF ADOPTION. CHAPTER L MOTHER AND CHILD. “One look upon thy face ere thou depart! My daughter! it is soon to let thee go! _f Bean ange with thy birth has gushed a spring I knew not of—filling my heart with tears, And turning with strange tenderness to thee— A love, O ! it seems so—that must flow Far as thou fleest, and wrap my soul and thee. Henceforth thy love must be a yearning charm Drawing me thee. And so farewell !”—W1.is. Tue windows were all open, but shaded fold after fold with muslin transparent as dew drops, and snowy as the drifts of a summer cloud. The floor was spread with East India matting, and in a corner of a chamber stood a couch shaded with clouds of delicate lace and clad in snow white even to the floor—a great easy chair, covered with chaste dimity, stood close by the bed, and further off a miniature couch, snow white also, save where the soft ints of an inner curtain, light and silken, broke through the sof snowy gossamer that flowed over it. Upon the pillow of pretty couch lay a bouquet of flow- — ers tied loosely by an azure-colored ribbon, and mo e beautiful still a sleeping infant, with one tiny hand resting like atorn peach- blosom, on its little bosom and its sweet lips parted smilingly, as a bud uncloses to the warm sunbeam. There, in its snowy nest, with the fragrant flowers sending their breath in and out through # P & @, . comichxooksscom