letters from dickinson to higginson

19 January 1878

Dear friend,

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

My Brother and Sister are with Mr Bowles, who is buried this afternoon.

The last song that I heard-that was since the Birds-was "He leadeth me-he leadeth me-yea, though I walk." Then the voices stooped- the arch was so low-


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