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  Dear Walt,

Horace's last letter (February 25th) is the most hopeful & cheering letter we have received since last December. We eagerly await the next mail. But whatever news it brings—better or worse, joyful or sad—our dearest love & our heart's best wishes go out to you continually.

 

An exquisitely beautiful moonlight night outside. I am anxious to get out into it, & to walk briskly along the country lanes & field paths.—I shall think of you all the time, & shall believe—in presence of the inexpressibly beautiful night, solemn & tender—that all is well with you in life or in death & that infinite love is about you in all.

Our love to you always. How deep & tender I cannot say. God bless you

Your loving Wallace