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  Jennie Wren To Walt Whitman Mickle Street Camden New Jersey Dearly Beloved Poet!

I know you will not think me bold in thus addressing you—when I tell you that I have known you for years through your poems and although I am a perfect stranger to you yet you can never be a stranger to me, for have you not given to us all the rich outpourings of your generous heart in your "Blades of Grass?"

These poems have been the "windows of your soul" and through   them I have looked into your heart—that heart large enough to call all men your brothers, all women Sisters! Hence I consider myself one of your sisters—albeit we may never meet on this planet, and this must be my excuse for writing you.

I was much pleased with two portraits I saw of you the other evening at Mrs J.H. Johnston's 305 East 17th Street. One was an oil painting, the other a magnificent crayon. As I stood before the latter our host came up and said "I consider that the finest picture in the world!" This will give you some idea of his   enthusiasm.

Under cover of this envelope I send you copies of my little magazine and hope you will do me the honor to glance over them. I have taken up what I believe to be a good life work and the giving of many happy hours to our "little women."

I trust you have enjoyed these three days of sunshine and that you have been able to go down to the river each day.

Hoping I have not tired you with my letter and that you have not felt it an intrusion

I am Very Sincerely and Respectfully Yours Jennie Wren