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A LETTER by C. S.

First Line: SELF, SOUL & CO., ARCHITECTS: / DEAR SIRS
Last Line: C.S.
Subject(s): LETTERS;

SELF, Soul & Co., Architects:
@3Dear Sirs:@1
I find
Your "ad." in the @3Nautilus@1 quite to my mind.
Pray build me a mansion (for plans see below)
More stately and lofty than this that I know.
Dig deep the foundations in reason and truth;
I want no pavilion -- a fortress forsooth,
Secure against windstorms of doctrine and doubt;
In style -- Emersonian -- inside and out.
It should, sir, be double, with rooms on each side,
For justice and mercy, for meekness and pride;
For heating and lighting, it only requires
Faith's old-fashioned candles, and Love's open fires.
Write me minimum charges in struggle and stress,
And extras in suffering.
Yours truly,
C.S.



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