. . . with you! With me, every other consideration
would be lost in this, and if I thought there
was the slightest hope of seeing you shortly it would
be almost too much happiness for me. Oh how
I love to think of you and to dream of you!
My mind is so accustomed to it that it has
become its natural bent. And when my
thought can be elevated from the fleetings
things of time and my soul is humbled in
prayer, how I love to plead with God for
you! I would not exchange this blessed
privilege for millions of worlds! Heaven grant
that I may never cease to appreciate it. Oh my
husband, let us pray God to keep our hearts from
the wild and fascinating . . .