  CHAPTER III THE VOICE OF CHILDHOOD CHAPTER VI SOME DAYS ARE BORN OF SORROW CHAPTER VIII SOFTLY STEALING AS THE EVENING VESPER BELL CHAPTER IX BEHIND THE CLOUDS THE SUN IS SHINING CHAPTER X THE MADONNA AND CHILD To thee, my darling Hattie, I dedicate the Sea-Flower would that this casket contained for such as thou, a purer gem. |
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