JOURNAL XX 1829 (From "XVIII," zd, "Sermons and Journal," Cabot's S, U and Y) (From Cabot's S) TO ELLEN ALL that thy virgin soul can ask be thine, The first devotion that my soul has paid Lovesick with thy sweet beauty, which shall bless I found no joy in woman's meaning eye Great Nature hath ordained the heart to love; Yet had I heard that in this mortal state TO MISS EMERSON (From "XVIII," 2d) January 6, 1829. MY DEAR Aunt, You know know better on what straitened lines we have all walked up to manhood. In poverty and many troubles the seeds of our prosperity were sown. Now all these troubles appeared a fair counterbalance to the flatteries of fortune. I lean always to that ancient superstition (if it is such, though drawn from a wise survey of human affairs) which taught men to beware of unmixed |