83 Paisley St. Guelph, CanadaMay 24th 1912John Muir EsqDear SirIn the Spring of one of the late seventies, you were on the train in Sonoma Co. California between Fulton, and Petaluma. You stopped to look at some wild flowers I a young girl was carrying back to San Francisco. I did not know then, but I was afterwards told, to whom the flowers had given pleasure. I soon after went to Yosemite need say no more. In 1899 I read your paper on the Valley, in a magazine. I tried to put some of the thoughts in concrete form. The coincidence of having put a few thoughts into rhyme on the same date this year emboldens me to send both to you. California is my "Italy"[newspaper clipping] SPRING SONG.It is the growing time: last nightThe trees but whispered of their green,But I awoke and saw the lightSift softly in between their sheen.It is the Wonder Hour of earth-The fairies roam the country still!A time of love and blossom-birth,Of balms that heal, of scents that thrill,And O the clinging memoryThat fills the robins' questioning call!O sweet the South wind's melody,And Nature's heart-beat measures all.May [illegible]4 RICHARD SCRACE.Yours very trulyFrances Williamson(Mrs. Bertram Williamson)Richard Scrace05202
1912 May 24
Original letter dimensions: 26 x 20 cm.
Reel 20, Image 1005
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