Emily Dickinson - Letter 210 (December 1859) - no ms. Mrs. J. G. Holland lyrics

God bless you, dear Mrs. Holland! I read it in the paper. I'm so glad it's a little boy, since now the little sisters have some one to draw them on the sled - and if a grand old lady you should live to be, there's something sweet, they say, in a son's arm. I pray for the tenants of that holy chamber, the wrestler, and the wrestled for. I pray for distant father's heart, swollen, happy heart! Savior keep them all! Emily.