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  O Good Gray Poet,

When I read the notes on your life made by Ernest Rhys the tears came to my eyes, and I would have given much to have seen yourself, that I might have knelt before you, & kissed the hands that had ministered so tenderly to wounded men.

When I read your writings I get inspiration, I have the feeling of the boundlessness of the universe, of the greatness   of a man—perhaps, only perhaps, it may be my glory to help others to "justify" your work; it surely is my heart's desire.

My excuse for writing you is the sending of a book; a first utterance, called "Voices & Undertones"—it bears greeting and admiring love, though it may be a poor messenger to bear the treasure.

Some day I hope to hear your voice. God give you peace and perpetual hope!

Your unknown friend Wm. P. McKenzie