Dear friend,

Perhaps ″Baby″

will pin her

Apron or her

Shoe with this?

It was sent

to me a few

Moments since,

but I never

wear Jewels –

How I would

love to see her!

¦

I am glad

you are better,

and if to

cherish the

Cherubim be

not too intrepid,

desire my love

to Baby’s Mama –

I am glad

you are with

the ″Elms″ –

¦

 

That is a

gracious place –

How happy is
the little Stone
That rambles in
the Road alone,
And does’nt
care about
Careers
And Exigencies
never fears –
Whose Coat
of elemental Brown
A passing
Universe put on,
And independent
as the sun,
Associates or

¦

glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute
Decree
In casual
simplicity –

 

Obtaining but

our own extent

In whatsoever

Realm –

’Twas Christ’s

own personal

Expanse

That bore him

from the Tomb –

 

Your Scholar –

 

¦

 

In memory

of your Little

Sister

Who ″meddled″

with the costly

Hearts to which

she gave the

worth and broke

them – fearing

punishment, she

ran away from

Earth —