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4 All alone I love to wander, When the stars, which shine so bright, With the moon in gueenly splendor, Sheds oer all, their
silvery light. All alone I love to wander, When the darkening clouds appear, And the distant peals of thunder, Tells to
all, a storm is near . With delight, and admiration, Then my throbbing heart doth fill, As, from yonder lofty station, On
the brow of yonder hill, I have stood in silent wonder, While the wild winds fiercely blew, And the bursting peals of thunder,
Louder yet, and louder grew. Backward, blew my floating tresses, As I watched the changing scene, Brightened, by the sudden
flashes, Of the lightening's dazzling gleam. 1 All alone I love to wander, When the mists or frozen dew, Have enrobed
in hoary splendor, All, in this romantic view. As the morning sunbeams glitter, Mong the feathered boughs, which seem To
resemble, as they flicker, Dancing spangles silvery gleam. April 14th, 1867. My Dear Brother I am very happy to hear,
that you are regaining your strength and can once more, enjoy yourself whitting and botaning. I received your letter of February
last, about two weeks ago; I was sorry we did not receive it sooner but as we were attending school, we have not been in Portage
for some time. Last winter has been spent by us very pleasantly as well as profitably I have no doubt but to have learned
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