Emily Dickinson - Letter 273 (1862?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross lyrics

... Uncle told us you were too busy. Fold your little hands - the heart is the only workman we cannot excuse. ... Gratitude is not the mention of a tenderness, but its mute appreciation, deeper than we reach - all our LORD demands, who sizes better knows than we. Willing unto d**h, if only we perceive He die.