late summer 1876
The "Happiness" without a cause, is the best Happiness, for Glee intuitive and lasting is the gift of God.
I fear we have all sorrow, though of different forms - but Life so very sweet at the Crisp, what must it be unfrozen!
I hope you may sometime be so strong as to smile at now -
That is our Hope's criterion, for things that are - are ephemeral, but those to come - long - and besides,
The Flake and the Wind exasperateI would love to know your "Fern and Grasses" and touch your "Books and Pictures" - but it is of Realms unratified that Magic is made.
I bring you a Fern from my own Forest - where I play every Day.
You would perhaps sleep as I write, for it is now late, and I give you Good Night with fictitious lips, for to me you have no Face.
"We thank thee Oh Father" for these strange Minds, that enamor us against thee.
Last updated on April 14, 2000