Accession: L12919
Editorial Title: Mary Baker Eddy to Augusta Holmes Swasey, January 25, 1838
Author: Mary Baker Eddy 
Recipient: Augusta Holmes Swasey 
Date: January 25, 1838
Manuscript Description: Handwritten poem by Mary Baker Eddy on unlined paper.
Editorial Note: This appears to be an excerpt from "Psyche, Before The Tribunal of Venus," by Nathaniel Parker Willis, originally published in 1829. An additional verse by Eddy was added to this poem.
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To Miss Augusta,

"What's the brow, Or the eye'sAs Written:eyes lusterAs Written:lustre, or the step of air Or colour, but the beautiful links that bind The mind to its rare element? There lies A talisman in intellect which yields Celestial music, when the master hand Touches it cunningly. It sleeps beneath The outward semblance and to common sight Is an invisible and hidden thing; But when the lip is faded, and the form Witches the sense no more, and human love Falters in its idolatry, this spell, Will hold its strength unbroken and go on Stealing anew the affections."

Mary M. Baker
(Jan- 25th 1838)

Written ten years after –

Here may engage the stoic stranger's view True friendship's artless record simply traces Few are her words – for friendship's words are few Yet short adieus are pleasure's coup de grace

Mary M. Glover

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To Miss Augusta,

"What's the brow, Or the eyesCorrected:eye's lustreCorrected:luster, or the step of air Or co [?] Unclear or illegible lour, but the beautiful links that bind The mind the mindAs Written:the mind to its rare element? There lies A talisman in intellect which yields Celestial music, when the master hand Touches it cunningly. It sleeps beneath The outward semblance and to common sight Is an invisible and hidden thing; But when the lip is faded, and the form Witches the sense no more, and human love Falters in its idolatry, this spell, Will hold its strength unbroken and go on Stealing anew the affections."

Mary M. Baker
(Jan- 25th 1838)

Written ten years after –

Here may engage the stoic stranger's view True friendship's artless record simply traces Few are her words – for friendship's words are few Yet short adieus are pleasure's coup de grace

Mary M. Glover

 
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