art painting reproduction

art painting reproduction
contemporary landscape painting
acrylic landscape painting
abstract landscape painting
¡¡¡¡"O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tell you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear!" ¡¡¡¡His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair, which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him. ¡¡¡¡"If you hear in my voice- I don't know that it is so, but I hope it is- if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that is before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate, while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it!" ¡¡¡¡She held him closer round the neck, and rocked him on her breast like a child.