Dearest: To-day Arthur came and brought me your message: I have at my
heart your "profoundly grateful remembrances." Somewhere else unanswered
lies your prayer for God to bless me. To answer that, dearest, is not in
His hands but in yours. And the form of your message tells me it will not
be,--not for this body and spirit that have been bound together so long in
truth to you.
I set down for you here--if you should ever, for love's sake, send
and make claim for any message back from me--a profoundly grateful
remembrance; and so much more, so much more that has never failed.
Most dear, most beloved, you were to me and are. Now I can no longer
hold together: but it is my body, not my love that has failed.
* * * * *
[Transcriber's Notes:
--Though this book was published anonymously, it was later revealed to be
by Laurence Housman.
--In Letter XLIII "roughtly" was corrected to "roughly"
--In Letter XXXVI "sort" was corrected to "short"
--In Letter LXX, "elder's" was corrected to "elders'"
--In Letter LXXVIII "unforgetable" was corrected to "unforgettable"]