LETTER XX.

THE exhilarating letter of that consolatory friend arrived in the fullness of expectation and delivered my afflicted soul from the bondage of grief and care. With regard to what you have communicated concerning your absence and sorrow, and hopes of a happy meeting, truly this desire increases on both sides. The description of my impatience for a happy sight of you cannot be contained in volumes.

POETRY.

“The desire which my soul has to see you,

My soul knoweth; and I know; and my soul knoweth.

Do not imagine that you will be forgotten by my soul,

Even at the moment they give my body to the dust.”

I pray to the Creator of all things, that he may cause the evening of the darkness of separation, to be charged to the light of the morning of a meeting. What farther remains in my mind is delayed till I see you. What can I write more?