
I read in the papers that you are sick and in want in your old age.
Now Mr. Whitman, I am not wealthy, but will be proud to have you come here and live with us, I own a small home and will be only too happy to assist you. Kindly let me know by return mail if the statement in the papers is true. I sincerely hope it is not. I have a copy of your "Leaves of Grass." You have always been my favorite poet, and I think it a shame that you should be left in need.
If circumstances are such that you need not come here or do not want assistance, I trust you will pardon this letter. It is written in all sincerity and truth.
Your humble Admirer. Harry L. Dwight.

