To Mrs. J.G. Holland
You knew we would come as soon as we knew - The little Group at the Springfield Table has indeed diminished -
Doctor - Mother - Brother. I am glad I have seen your noble Brother, for now I can miss him from Affection rather than report. Like my Father he went to Boston to die. All who die in Boston are endeared to me - 'Twas his Isle of flight.
I was just writing you in congratulatory gladness, when the dark words came. I hope it is not too much for your dear - Over burdened Spirit. October could not pass you by.
It sometimes seems as if special Months gave and took away -
August has brought the most to me - April - robbed me most - in incessant instances.
Your Brother bore a strong resemblance to a Childhood's friend who long since died, and whose look I never have seen repeated.
It is almost involuntary with me to send my Note to that Home in the Grass where your many lie -
Could I visit the Beds of my own who sleep, as reprovelessly, even Night were sweet -
With tender thought of Kate in her joyful Hour,