Rose Webb.
P. S. I am very glad that you are going to be married.
(The Enclosure)
Deep the world with snow was covered,
Cold and barren was the earth,
Low the Christmas angels hovered
As a little babe had birth.
Just a tender little flower,
Dropped upon the world below
Out of God's eternal bower—
Pink as sunrise, white as snow.
But the little blossom stranger,
As its earthly life it starts,
Need fear neither cold nor danger,
For 'tis planted in our hearts.
VII
"Thayerhurst"
Manchester-by-the-sea.
August 15, 1913.
My dear little Smiles: