The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-21
". LOVE LETTERS OF -.
MARGARET FULLER
Romance Of Famous Woman Sixty Years Ago.

| cannot do other than love and most deeply
trust you, and will drink the bitter part
| of the cup with patience The
child, even when its nurse has herself
given it a blow. comes to throw itself into
her arms for consolation, for it only the
more feels the nearness OF the relation.
And 30 come to thee. Wilt thou not
come with me before God and promise
me severe truth, and patient tenderness
that will never, II 1t can be avoided, mis-
interpret the pulses of my soul9'
Two days later she wrote:
II do wish that had not begun to read
the book, but only learned the title page
| by heart and left happy kiss upon the
! cover. How sweet 1t would have been just
to walk on with thee through the winding
ways, without hope, without doubt, or
fear gathering the flowers of the new day
or moss from the old rocks for one another.
with sometimes mutual look to sun or
| star"
In the evening Of April she wrote:
| Il am with you as never with any other;
| like to be quite still and have you the
for both; you will indulge me in this dear
repose. Sweetly you answer to my thoughts
and even in the same images in which my
self had clothed them. | will trust you
deeply: God bless you
| April Is she wrote
/
almost ever since we first met. the attrac-
| ton of the wandering spirit toward a
breast broad enough and strong enough
for rest, when it wants to fur the wings.
green woods, have wanted you more
and more. and became weary when too
when you approached me SO near |
was exceedingly agitaied. because your
personality has powerful, magnetic effect
ma I'll hn<y I hnt. a w 4.
tached importance to such an act.
Oh, was that like angels. like twin spirits
bound in heavenly unison to think that
anything short Of perfect love such AZ l
myself am born to feel and shall yet in
some age and some world find one that can
my heart and it thrilled to the centre, but
my heart Is q large kingdom"
On Saturday, April 10. she wrote:
My beloved friend. your hand lifts at
last the veil from my eyes, I, who
BY fattering myself and letting, others
hatter me, thought must act nobler than
others. have forgotten that pure humility
which is our only safeguard.
have indeed always had suspicion that |
was not really good at all and have longed
for baptism that would wash of the dust
Of the world within. the deep rising Of the
waters to purify them by motion, and yet
while wished feared it.
ram Is very keen 70 me. cannon nelp
fearing It. Yet. oh Father, against whose
love and trust l have sinned in this same
moment submit, say when and how much
Thou wilt propoTionate to my strength to
bear.
My beloved friend, will no. say forget
think. receding in the distance. the rough
crags will not misbeoome the landscape.
have now taken Of the kernel Of
your life and planted in my own: We have
now been embraced in the eternal truth, and
a certainty, the reality, has superseded
hope. and trust, fear"
In . letter Of April 81, abe wrote:
Il send you little gift, memento OF
that truly human heart which first turned
mine to you, for saw you had a heart for
you had carried SO many poor women
across the mire, was glad you had carried
me.
an return let me say one thing. That
sadness that fingers in memory of that
period. when your spirit life took its pain
last bitter drops which I drink with you
cannot bear to write any more except,
God bless yon and protect me My
heart is heavy, let me lean 1t on your Shout
der and you divine deep things. A sweet
goodnight"
~May-day. When you went away the
other night felt unusually grieved not to
have shown my soul more. The
editor has gone away ill Sunday and the
evenings are open to music, will you not
come Tomorrow EVENING"
| But Nathan did not go 10 see her. where's
| upon she wrote him very sad letter.
"The day was full Of golden sunlight.
for the thought Of you stood at the end.
but you came not. My head has ached ever
since you were here, and needed you to
| take away its pain-but you came not.
-The shades and time Of evening settled
| down upon me as dew upon the earth.
| You came not-and now realize that soon
will be the time when evening will come
shall meet in aoul-but the living eye of
love. that is in itself almost soul, that
! will beam no more.
@Oh, heaven. oh God or by whatsoever
name may appeal ms surely ely all
do not feel forced to hear so much as one
OF these deep impulses in vain. Nor is 1t
! enough that the heavenly magic of its
touch throws open all t, the treasure cham;
doors must close again.
fair and grand enough of hope' Give that
| TO man at large. but to me send some little
talisman that may. influence the secret
heart. And let it have diamond point
| that may pierce without any throb swels
would not stife one single note only tune
all sweet. My head aches still and must
| lean it on the paper as write, so the writ-
( ing goes all amss."
| On Monday even ing. May 49,
at was the waste OF a heavenly day to
! walk upon that terrace away from the
| gently growing things and talk about
those barriers that keep us apart. Better
! TO forget them, better be blest In the in
| flnities while we may.
Il feel myself associated with you in your
| religion, and that suits me, but to-day you
put me in the dust, and hundred miles
from you.
Now the moon Ia shining clearly, I
must be with you one more moonlight
evening. Yet through pain, through pain
sweet queen must we come to where the
pale smile calls Come Tomorrow, with
out fail"
On the evening Of May 30; Long before
YOU went felt that the tone which had for a
moment repealed me was caused by the mood
Of the hour, the trials OF the day and
above all, by the presence Of a third person
Had we been alone should have dropped
few tears, as think from something
YOU said you felt annoyed. and then the
sun would have shined on again; but as il
was, I could not act as felt. the warm tide
of sympathy with which I had begun the
evening was turned back upon me and
seemed to Cypress my powers OF speech
and motion.
Yet II was very sad to me to have YOU
20 forth from the place. whittier YOU came
In hope and trust into the dark night ant
bowling wind So far as the fault Of this
was my own, forgive me, dear friend.
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