
What does this mean—this solemn cemetery business? And yet it is well. It has a solemn-tragic, solid magnificent resoluteness—a kind of secular range of vision—one might expect fr. Walt Whitman. Down then, climbing sorrow! & let us have it over with. & pass on to hope that the burial business wont be mentioned again for many years. Dont get down-hearted, my boy, say I! We read yr strong verse in November Century. Mrs K & I think yr poems in old age are just as fine as any of the others—softly suffused with an after-glow flush—dream-like & pensive. I'm afraid a kind of grip has got hold of you this weather! Merry Xmas, dear Walt!
Your toiling friend, W. S. Kennedy.Am reading the Century Life of Lincoln in back numbers.
