Excerpt from Sunday Evenings at Loretto A few playful breathings of Fancy, A few Legends, imperfectly told, But the memories of beautiful childhoodAre always more precious than gold. The years of the shadowy Future, Will hail these mementoes again, And the Child of Loretto will treasureThe simple, yet love-hallowed strain, That will call back her thoughts to the Evenings, The Friends who were circling her there, The sweet, kindly words of approval, The gentle and vigilant care, That earnestly, ceaselessly, everWas guiding, with motherly hand, The heart of the Child of LorettoTo rest in the Heavenly Land. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.