1 December 1884
The etherial Volume is with us - In sweet and rapid evidence the assurance comes.
The Thank you in my heart obstructs the Thank you on my Lips.
How little of our depth we tell, though we confide our shallowness to "every passing Breeze-"
I hope the Ones are well, who bear such loveliness. By their tints ye shall know them.
The Hands I never took, I take anew, still wondering at my privilege.
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