To Mrs. Joseph A. Sweetser
The beloved lilies have come, and my heart is so high it overflows, as this was mother's week, Easter in November.
Father rose in June, and a little more than a year since, those fair words were fulfilled, "and a little child shall lead them," - but boundlessness forbids me. . .
It is very wrong that you were will, and whom shall I accuse? The enemy, "eternal, invisible, and full of glory," - but He declares himself a friend! It is sweet you are better.
More beating that brave heart has to do before the emerald recess.
With sorrow for Emma's accident, and love for all who cherish you, including the roses, your velvet allies,
Last updated on March 3, 2008