early autumn 1877

Dear friend,

I think of you so wholly that I cannot resist to write again, to ask if you are safe?

Danger is not at first, for then we are unconscious, but in the after - slower - Days -

Do not try to be saved-but let Redemption find you-as it certainly will-Love is it's own rescue, for we-at our supremest, are but it's trembling Emblems-

Your scholar-