“I have despaired of a poem which people seem to expect from me for the dear James Freeman
To-day the rhymes suddenly flowed, but the thought is difficult to convey — the reflection of heaven in his soul is what he gave, and what he left us.”
. Very much tossed up and down about my poem... .”
. Was able at last, D. G
., to make the poem explain itself.
Rosalind, my incorruptible critic, was satisfied with it. I think and hope that all my trouble has been worth while.
I bestowed it most unwillingly, having had little hope that I could make my figure of speech intelligible.
I am very thankful for this poem, cannot be thankful enough.”
This was her third tribute to the beloved Minister, and is, perhaps, the best of the three.
The thought which she found so difficult of conveyance is thus expressed:--
Lifting from the Past its veil,
What of his does now avail?
Just a mirror in his breast
That revealed a heavenly guest,
And the love that made us free
Of the same high company.
These he brought us, these he left,
When we were of him bereft.
She thus describes the occasion:
Coughed in the night, and at waking suffered much in mind, fearing that a wild fit of coughing might make my reading unacceptable and even ridiculous.
Imagine my joy when I found my voice clear and strong, and