Emily Dickinson - Letter 361 (spring 1871) Mrs. Henry Hills lyrics

Dear Friend. To be remembered is next to being loved, and to be loved is Heaven, and is this quite Earth? I have never found it so. Most affectionately thanking you for the care of Vinnie and the delight you have given all in delighting her, especially acknowledging the sweetness done myself, I am the trifling Neighbor, praying you Tonight as always, to come back and dwell. To "Little Emily's" Mama, could name be more familiar than that of a remoter, though scarcely vaster Emily.