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  Dear Sir:

Your brother, and my friend, Mr Thomas J. Whitman, on reading the accompanying lines, thought you would not be annoyed if I should send them to you. So I send them. You will at once recognize your own thought, somewhat differently expressed.

Yours faithfully Emory S. Foster To Walt Whitman The Poet.  
  Come, said The Soul, Such verses now, my body, let us write—write thou for me— That when I come again, re-clothed in human form, And walk in youth upon the earth, The writing I shall find in treasured volumes, [Records of man's best hopes, loves, aspirations, faiths], And reading with new eyes, may add thereto. Ever and ever thus shall youth returning, revise old age, till truth Alone, shine on the written page, and move all hearts.  
  If not delivered return to E. S. Foster. St. Louis, MO.