To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Come again, and go not - which when a faithful invitation, is the sweetest known!
Mother pines for you, and says you were "so social." Mother misses power to ramble to her Neighbors - and the stale inflation of the minor News.
I wish the Sky and she had been better friends, for that is "sociability" that is fine and deathless.
How precious Thought and Speech are! "A present so divine," was in a Hymn they used to sing when I went to Church.
Vinnie talks of you -
Your cheerful view of Woe remodeled her's, I think - and Maggie deems you a Mistress most to be desired.
You see each looks at you through her specific Vista.
There is not yet Frost, and Vinnie's Garden from the Door looks like a Pond, with Sunset on it.
Bathing in that heals her.
How simple is Bethesda!
Love to your World - or Worlds.