At Amesbury,—with
two of the dearest friends my life is blessed with,—dear quiet-loving Lizzie,
and her poet brother. I love to sit with them in the still Quaker worship, and
they love the free air and all the beautiful things as much as they do all the
good and spiritual. The harebells nodding in shade and shine on the steep
banks of the Merrimac, the sparkle of the waters, the blue of the sky, the balm
of the air, and the atmosphere of grave sweet friendliness which I breathed for
one calm "First-day" are never to be forgotten.
SOURCE: Daniel
Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life,
Letters, and Diary, pp. 98-9
