warrent me in giving them to the public? Tell me frankly. I am entirely free from the super sensitiveness to criticism that some writers have. I write because it pleases me to express myself in that way, - and I am very critical of myself, and appreciate kindly criticism from those who are qualified to give it. - now than I can say. Especially when I write on naturalsubjects or objects I want to say nothing that is misleading. I want to picture real birds and squirrels, and tell the true history of rivers and mountains and glaciers, or my good friend John Burroughs, will flag me as he does Mr. Ling. A few days ago I sent him these lines -To the Hepatica Earth sleeps the winter hours away,Then wakes from dreams of blue,To find, above her, skies of May,And on her bosom - you!
1903 Mar 14
Original letter dimensions: 20 x 25 cm.
Reel 13, Image 0280
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