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Boston. 64 Boylston St. Thursday evening Mar. 21 72. Dear Mr. Muir, Behold the two members of this Woolson family sitting
at a long centre table before their coal grate fire, with a blessed letter from the Yo Semite spread out before them, and
both pens driving fast to indite a reply. I can see the little log cabin among the rushes, under the eternal walls, and the
invitation you give me to come there and spend a year, sounds to me, in this far-away, crowded city, as if some serene exullant
angel had leaned at? the illegible of Heaven and shouted down, Come up hither, it is a glorious world here, and there is a
room built for you But how to get there, and how to leave this reeling old world below, which I am struggling so hard to set
right Oh, wouldn't I be willing to live on bread and water, and 00580