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Pg. 2 to write out the ixquisite beauty of my feelings, seems quite impos= sible. and purely for want of ___ of suitable significance to express them. Love in its holiest impresses nestles in my heart, and the four= est smiles of a precious Dear One unseen throw their Sunshine a= bout my path. I would that Every one could realize as I do. The nearness, and dearness of pre= cious ones just out of sight. And by using the ___ “could” I do not mean that there is any essential impossibility in it. But I fear few are ready to pay the price, of so priceless a boon. ____ devil is agoing to give over swin= dling a human soul, until that Soul is ready, to contest its rights to the bitter end, ___ my joys for the hour are worth all I, ever suffered. And my conscious ness in regard to the simple facts of being as it is; is a friend of wealth in itself. Indeed I seem one with dear ones; for they are my familiars, and altho they live thousands of years ago, they are not the more re= moved on that account. For pure love makes a communion family, and blots out all dis= tance, marked by time. The sim plicity that adorned the soul a ges ago, is the ___, with that which lends its auroral hues, to the simple earnest heart of but yesterday. I mingle heart, and joys with those who have lived long ages since, and have never found myself their inferior for like them I have refused to hold a cheap existence