
I have had such joy this morning, my Darling—Poems of yours given in the "Daily
News" sublime Poems (one of them reaching dizzy heights) filling my soul with strong
delight. These prefaced by a few words timid enough yet kindly in tone, & better
than nothing.—The days, the weeks are slipping by my Beloved, bearing me swiftly
surely to you—before the beauty of the year begins to fade
we shall come. The young folk too are full of bright anticipation & eagerness now,
I am thankful to say; and Per getting
on with I trust such near & definite prospect of his happiness that he will be
able to pull along cheerily towards it after we are gone in spite of loneliness.
I expect Darling we must go to some little town or village ten or twenty miles short
of Philadelphia till the tremendous influx of visitors to the Centennial
has ceased, else we shall not be able to find a corner there.—By the bye I feel
a little sulky at your always taking a fling at the poor Piano. I see
I have got to try & show you it too is capable of waking deep chords in the human
soul when it is the vehicle of a great Master's thought & emotions—if only my
poor fingers prove equal to the task! All my heart shall go into them—Take from my
picture a long long look of tender love and joy and faith, deathless ever young, ever
growing, ever learning aspiring love, tender cherishing, domestic love.
Oh may I be full of
sweet comfort for my Beloved's Soul and Body through life, through and after death.