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Dear friend,

I dream

of your little

Girl three successive

Nights – I hope

nothing affronts

her –

To see her is

a Picture –

To hear her is

a Tune –

To know her, a

disparagement of

every other Boon –

To know her

not, Affliction –

 

¦

 

To own her fora Friend

A warmth as near

as if the Sun

Were shining in

your Hand –

Lest she miss

her ′′Squirrels,′′ I send

her little Playmates

I met in Yesterday′s

Storm – the lovely

first that came –

Forever honored

be the Tree whose

Apple winter-worn –

Enticed to Break-

fast from the Sky

Two Gabriels

 

¦

Yester Morn –

They registered in

Nature′s Book

As Robins, Sire

and Son,

But Angels have

that modest way

To screen them from

renown –

¦

 

Dear friends
I cannot tint
in Carbon
nor embroider
Brass, but
send you a
homespun –
rustic picture
I certainly saw
Saturday in at
the <hight>
<of> <the> <storm>
terrific storm
Please excuse
my needlework –
awful storm
__________
If you have
any doubt as
to its Authenticity
I sent Oats
to the same
Guests by
the man at
the Barn and
received their
Acknowledgments –

 

Thomas
Niles

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