text:  What was not made known to me in that one hasty look! What golden dreams did not engage what blissful triumph did not elevate what passionate delight did not overflow my aching heart! Oh it was true--and the blessed intelligence came to me with a power and a reality that no language could contain--SHE LOVED ME! she the beloved the good the innocent and pure! Before me was the scene--the dearest to me in life--through which we had so recently walked together and upon which she knew I doated for the sake of her whose presence had given it light and hallowed it