Transcription
[LETTER]
Cambridge Jan 18
1877
Dear Miss Mallory
Some time in December / last I sent you a few / lines to be read at your / Literary Sociables. I / hope they reached you / in person, and were / not thought unworthy / of the occasion.
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I now send you a / revised copy, in which / the past two lines are / changed. Please, ex= / change with me, and / return the former one, / as this is the form in / which it will be printed.
Please remember / not to let it go out / of your hands before /
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the middle of February / when the Atlantic for / appears.
Hoping that your / Evening was successful, / and with thanks and / good wishes.
Yours very truly
Henry W. Longfellow
[POEM]
In the Churchyard, at Tarrytown
Here, lies the gentle humorist, who died,
In the bright Indian Summer of his fame!
A simple stone with buta date and name
Marks his secluded resting place beside
The river that he loved, and glorified,
Here in the autumn of his days he came,
But the dry leaves of life were all aflame
With tints that brightened and were multiplied.
How sweet a life was his; how sweet a death!
Living, to wing with mirth the weary hours,
Or with romantic tales the heart to cheer;
Dying, to leave a memory, like the breath
Of Summers full of sunshine and of showers,
A grief and gladness in the atmosphere,
Henry W. Longfellow
Jan 13, 1877.Transcriber
Kathryn AlexanderLanguage
English
