
I think of you very often, & cannot but trust your illness is less gloomy than Herbert states it—I know I have myself felt convinced several times during the last twelve or thirteen years of serious conditions & finálés that endurance has tided over—& O I so hope that you will surmount all—& that we may yet meet each other face to face.
—I am middling well—the trouble in my eyesight (& very annoying it was to my anchor'd condition) seems to have pass'd over—We are having extremely cold weather here, & I do not get out of the house—but it is bright & sunny as I look out—I wrote a card to Herbert three days ago, which I suppose he has rec'd—God's peace & blessing to you, beloved friend—
Walt Whitman with best love

