You do not know me—have never heard of me even—yet you have done more for me than all others.
Born and bred in the midst of Puritanical orthodoxy I was early entombed in the church and never had a breath of the pure, free air of heaven till I was thirty-five years old. Swedenborg1 first opened the sepulchre and let in the heavenly light so that I saw myself a living soul, but it remained for you to breathe upon the dry bones and make them live. To you alone I owe the discovery that "Divine am I inside and out"2—that the "body is not less sacred than the soul."
Hours of depression come even upon you. This I know. Therefore, perhaps, it may cheer you in some such hour to know how you have lifted up and made happy a brother. This is my apology for this intrusion.
I would I could grasp your hand, look in your eyes and have you look in mine. Then you should see how much you have done for me.
Yours with a brother's love William A. HawleyCorrespondent:
This is apparently Dr. William A. Hawley's first
letter to Whitman. An October 24, 1888 letter from Whitman, with which Whitman
sent Hawley one of his books, is not extant; neither is a letter that Whitman
sent on February 6, 1890, according to his notebooks.