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this picture haunts me day & night,
"when other hearts are hushed to rest,
& other eyes are closed in sleep, I wake
& weep" : I sit by "his" grave & water it
with tears of blood almost, & wonder
how "my heart can beat, while "his"
responds no more" : Sweet Sister, with
my own garlands of flowers, I always
twine one for you to place on that
sacred mount, & sincerely long to
have you kneel beside me there, &
mingle your tears with mine:
When your last letter was received, I
eagerly tore open the envelope & turned
to the signature, not that your own
dear handwriting was not recognized,
but that I might know at once how
my last had been received & as my
eyes rested on those two little words,
penned by your own hand, what a
thrill of joy I felt: oh, it was such a
sweet, sweet letter & again so much
like "His", the blinding tears almost