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Just picked a sweet— brier twig—wild—back of home. More fit to send you than cultivated roses. I dipped into Song of Myself yesterday. Am always awed by the power & superhuman worth of that greatest of poems yet made. If it were not so very great it wd make me envious! I sent three lines—just—to Gardner of Paisley—yesterday, asking him if I had missed a letter fr. him, that I had not heard since April.

affec. yr friend W. S. Kennedy.

Am reading Mahaffy's Rambles in Greece, good writer