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Letters to Susie

The document is a letter from an individual expressing their longing for their friend Sue. In three sentences: The writer expresses that they are feeling cross and nobody loves them, but finds love and rest in thinking of their dear friend Sue. They look forward to Sue returning home so they can have Sue instead of just letters. The writer chooses Sue as their star and questions whether their feelings of sadness and loneliness when missing Sue are wrong and might be punished by God taking Sue away.

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Letters to Susie

The document is a letter from an individual expressing their longing for their friend Sue. In three sentences: The writer expresses that they are feeling cross and nobody loves them, but finds love and rest in thinking of their dear friend Sue. They look forward to Sue returning home so they can have Sue instead of just letters. The writer chooses Sue as their star and questions whether their feelings of sadness and loneliness when missing Sue are wrong and might be punished by God taking Sue away.

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“Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the

bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is Love —
shall intercede for us!”

To own a Susan of my own


Is of itself a Bliss —
Whatever Realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!

Will you be kind to me, Susie? I am naughty and cross, this morning, and
nobody loves me here; nor would you love me, if you should see me frown, and
hear how loud the door bangs whenever I go through; and yet it isn’t anger — I
don’t believe it is, for when nobody sees, I brush away big tears with the corner
of my apron, and then go working on — bitter tears, Susie — so hot that they
burn my cheeks, and almost scorch my eyeballs, but you have wept much, and
you know they are less of anger than sorrow.
And I do love to run fast — and hide away from them all; here in dear Susie’s
bosom, I know is love and rest, and I never would go away, did not the big
world call me, and beat me for not working… Your precious letter, Susie, it sits
here now, and smiles so kindly at me, and gives me such sweet thoughts of the
dear writer. When you come home, darling, I shan’t have your letters, shall I,
but I shall have yourself, which is more — Oh more, and better, than I can even
think! I sit here with my little whip, cracking the time away, till not an hour is
left of it — then you are here! And Joy is here — joy now and forevermore!

I chose this single star


From out the wide night’s numbers —
Sue — forevermore!

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help
it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will
punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to
give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

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