summer 1882

Dear friend,

Perhaps "Baby" will pin her Apron or her Shoe with this? It was sent to me a few Moments since, but I never wear Jewels-How I would love to see her!

Come show thy Durham Breast to her who loves thee best-

Delicious Robin-

And if it be not me, at least within my Tree

Do thy Avowing-

I am glad you are better, and if to cherish the Cherubim be not too intrepid, desire my love to Baby's Mama-I am glad you are with the "Elms"-That is a gracious place-

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And does'nt care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears-
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity-

Obtaining but our own Extent
In whatsoever Realm-
'Twas Christ's own personal Expanse
That bore him from the Tomb-