Dear Sister,

Brother has visited, and the night is falling, so I must close with a little hymn.

I had hoped to express more. Love more I never can, sweet Dennie or yourself.

      This was in the white of the year
      That was in the green
      Drifts were as difficult then to think
      As daisies now to be seen -
      Looking back is best that is left
      Or if it be - before
      Retrospection is prospect's half
      Sometimes almost more -

                                                                                                              Emily.