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Yosemite Valley May 12 1872. Dear Mrs Carr, The plants from Mrs Yelverston wh you kindly forwarded are here. I have been
writing a dozen letters but my pen slips wholly frictionless only to a few. I wish you here in this morning beauty, away from
out of your hard crusted cares, glorious Light fills our bath gorge today you would speedily melt in the Godful flux. It is
the time of leaves, they are falling from the sun covering all the meadows trees flake by flake like a bounteous grace of
snow. Clouds of plant color. They are a revelation - A Thus-saith-the-Lord of color, given in songs of summer leaves off from
the whirling sun. I know how intensely in margin: my studies have increasing rewards of truth I will seek to be true to
them? although all the rest of the world of Beauty besides these mountains, burn nebulize back to star smoke