September 6, 1920
Your letters, all fillied with tender concern for me, reached my hand and thouched my heart. I understand your point of view. You think doubtless that my happiness depends upon my relation to some church, especially to...
The Poets’ Garden
Beloved “Edwin of the Song”
Hail! on this my happiest Thanksgiving. My heart overflows with gratitude for the great gifts you have given. I shall try always to be worthy and to carry on for...