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.