
Though unknown to you, I cannot forbear in this way to take you by the hand and tell you that I am glad to call myself your friend.
Your "Leaves of Grass" is a precious possession of mine and each time I take it up I find something new and inspiring in it.
I want to thank you for it all. It has helped me to see
and understand more the beauty and truth
that is in the world, and given me a broader sympathy for all
mankind—and an insight into the reality of life.
You say—"Long, long hence, "Then only may these songs reach fruition"—
They surely will, and to have a grand, uplifting ennobling influence on those who read them.
That is worth living for. In these days of your sickness my thoughts and sympathy are with you.
Please pardon the familiar manner of my writing, this letter is just for you alone
and is from the heart of a friend.
