1 April :
1 Apr 1900 : Letter to Mrs Ole Bull : I am so happy to learn that all
the New York friends are being cured by Mrs. Milton. She has been very
unsuccessful, it seems, in Los Angeles, as all the people we introduced
tell me. Some are in a worse state than before the skin paring. Kindly
give Mrs. Milton my love; her rubbings used to do me good at the time at
least......Doing good is not always smooth!
The Song of the Free :
Not two nor many, 'tis but one,
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.
From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.
From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.
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