You will only expect a few words, what will those be?
When the heart is full it may run over, but the real
fullness stays within.
You asked me yesterday "if I should repent?"
Yes, my own Ba, I could with all the past were
to do over again, that in it I might somewhat
more, never so little more, conform in the outward
homage, to the inward feeling, What I have professed,
(for I have performed nothing) seems to fall short
of what my first love required even, and when I think
of this moment's love...I could repent, as I say.
Words can never tell you, however, form them,
transform them anyway, how perfectly dear you
are to me, perfectly dear to my heart and soul.
I look back, and in every one point, every word
and gesture, every letter, every silence, you have
been entirely perfect to me, I would not change
one word, one look.
My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to
fall from it, for which I trust to God who procured
it for me, and doubtless can preserve it.
Enough now, my dearest, dearest, own Ba!
You have
given me the highest, completest proof of love that
ever one human being gave another.
I am all gratitude,
and all pride (under the proper feeling which ascribes
pride to the right source) all pride that my life has
been so crowned by you.
God bless you prays your very own R.
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