Little Heartbreak

A little heartbreak, wan and sore,
was sitting by herself. A sunbeam
slipped around the door and danced upon
a shelf. Though little Heartbreak knew
not why, she ceased, quite suddenly, to
cry. Still little Heartbreak sat alone.
" I never will be whole again," thus said
she in her saddest tone, " I never will be
healed of pain." Then, unannounced, a
little breeze that had been playing in the
trees, passed softly over Heartbreak's
face, and, lo ! of tears there was no trace.
Then when a bird began to sing, and
Heartbreak couldn't help but hear, there
happened such a curious thing—a silvern
echo did appear, enthroned itself in
Heartbreak's breast and, like the bird,
sang with sweet zest! So little Heart-
break tossed her head and laughed to
find the world so fair. " It's true," she
cried, " my heart has bled, and I have
lived with black despair. But I can't
be quite broken, long—with sunbeams,
zephyrs, and birds' song ! "