
With full heart, with eyes wet with tears of joy & I know not what other deep
emotion—pain of yearning pity blent with the sense of grandeur, dearest Friend
have I read and reread the great sacred Poem just come to me. O august Columbus! whose sorrows sufferings struggles
are more to be
envied than any triumph of conquering warrior—as I see him in your poem his
figure merges into yours, brother of Columbus. Completer of his work, discoverer of
the spiritual, the ideal America—you too have sailed over stormy seas to your
goal—surrounded with mocking disbelievers—you too have paid the great
price of health—our
Columbus.
Your accents pierce me through & through—
Your loving Annie.