We wont fatigue
the Fairy Scribe
with a farther
Letter, but only
ask that question
small, ever to
us great,
how is the Mama?
We hope the
March Winds
may not find
her in her dear
Retreat, for their
ferocious ways
would certainly
appall her –
¦
We trust the lovely
Invalid is growing
every Day, not in
Grace but Vigor,
the latter Foliage
needed more –
I have seen
one Bird and
part of another –
probably the last,
for Gibraltar’s
Feathers would
be dismayed by
this savage Air –
beautiful, too, en-
snaring – as Spring
always is –
″Though he slay
¦
me, yet will
I trust him,
Commending the
Birds of which
I spoke, to your
Hearts and Crumbs,
Lovingly,
Emily –
