James D. Hague 



must be again and again lifted by an 

 effort of tired will. 



" Thus with me the duties of the 

 days and weeks seem like an insur- 

 mountable wall always in front of me. 

 Perhaps in some flush of strength 

 some day I may clear the wall and 

 land in the green pastures beyond, 

 where the heart may find utterance 

 and joy again. 



" But all these long months past, 

 in spite of my silence and my general 

 nonproductiveness, I never passed a 

 day without my thoughts wandering 

 to you, my old and valued friend. 



" I am happier for knowing you 

 and your unclouded soul. 



" Before very long I want to make 

 a pilgrimage to California if it is only 

 to take our classic walk through the 

 fresh greenery of park, the gray mono- 

 tone of our beloved sand-dunes and 

 reach the lips of the Pacific and hear 

 him whisper to us of far lands and 

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