My dear Miss Addams,--
The lines which I include have been a long time haunting me and begging to be finished--waiting for the touch which has somehow come with the thought of you. You will not think that an overwhelming compliment, to be sure. [page 2] But, poor as they are, they will be worth something to me if they only help to tell you convincingly that twice is none too many times to listen to anything you have to say.
Most truly yours,
April 9, 1904 [page 3]
God veils from us afar His own bright face,
Lest, seeing, we crave Heaven and Him o'ermuch;
But sends to us His children: Thine their grace
Of winged word and tender, healing touch.