It may em long to you sinbsp;you returned to Boston—how I wish you could stay and never go babsp;again.
Everything is so stillhere，and the clouds are cold and gray—I think it will rain soon.Oh，I am so lonely！...
You had a windy evening going babsp;to Boston，and we thought of you many times and hoped you would not be cold.Our fire burnt so cheerfully and I couldn’t help thinking of how many were here，and how many were away，and I wished so many times during that long evening that the door would open and you e walking in.
Home is a holything—nothing of doubt or distrustbsp;enter its blesd portals.
I feel it more and more as the great woes on，and one and another forsakein whom you place your trust，here ems io be a bit of Edenwhiot the sin of any utterlydestroy，—smaller it is indeed，and it may be less fair，but fairer it is and brighter than all the world beside.
I hope this year in Boston will not impairyour health，and I hope you will be as happy as you ud tobe before.
I don’t wonder it makes you soberto leave this blesd air—If it were in my power，I would on every m transmitits purest breath fragrantand cool to you.
It may em long to you sinbsp;you returned to Boston—how I wish you could stay and never go babsp;again.
Everything is so stillhere，and the clouds are cold and gray—I think it will rain soon.Oh，I am so lonely！...
You had a windy evening going babsp;to Boston，and we thought of you many times and hoped you would not be cold.Our fire burnt so cheerfully and I couldn’t help thinking of how many were here，and how many were away，and I wished so many times during that long evening that the door would open and you e walking in.