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  Dear Walt Whitman;

I cannot write as a stranger. I must have known you all my life you are wonderful, how did you learn the sacred truth of Leaves of Grass for which I more than thank you, all women true women must.—Every thing is so beautiful.–How can I thank you? You are misunderstood and thanked by yourself.—

 

Wherever you exist and that is everywhere, Heaven bless and keep you in its own sweet care.—

Send a line that I may have something traced by your strong hand. You start a fresh epoch and yet one grown from the very beginnings of things. There is nothing written like your lovely Leaves. It stands alone in its   valor and truth.—

May every care be softened for your sweet heart and hands

Your true and grateful friend E.A. Cottell   see notes July 14 1889