What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.