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EDL12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| [Mrs Blake to Mrs Flaxman]
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| H[ercules] B[uildings] Lambeth, 14 Sepr 1800
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| My Dearest Friend
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| I hope you will not think we could forget your Services to
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| us. or any way neglect to love & remember with affection even the
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| hem of your garment. we indeed presume on your kindness in
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| neglecting to have calld on you since my Husbands <first> return
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| from Felpham. We have been incessantly busy in our great removal
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| but can never think of going without first paying our proper duty
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| to you & Mr Flaxman. We intend to call on Sunday afternoon in
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| Hampstead. to take farewell All things being now nearly completed
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| for our setting forth on Tuesday Morning. it is only Sixty Miles
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| & [London] <Lambeth> was On[e]-Hundred for the terrible
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| desart of London was between My husband has been obliged to
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| finish several things necessary to be finishd before our
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| migration the Swallows call us fleeting past our window at this
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| moment. O how we delight in talking of the pleasure we shall have
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| in preparing you a summer bower at Felpham. & we not only talk
L12.1CBtoAF9'00; E708| but behold the Angels of our journey have inspired a song to you
L12.2verseTitleAF9'00; E708| To my dear Friend Mrs Anna Flaxman
L12.2verse1AF9'00; E708| This Song to the flower of Flaxmans joy
L12.2verse2AF9'00; E708| To the blossom of hope for a sweet decoy
L12.2verse3AF9'00; E708| Do all that you can or all that you may
L12.2verse4AF9'00; E708| To entice him to Felpham & far away
L12.2verse5AF9'00; E709| Away to Sweet Felpham for Heaven is there
L12.2verse6AF9'00; E709| The Ladder of Angels descends thro the air
L12.2verse7AF9'00; E709| On the Turret its spiral does softly descend
L12.2verse8AF9'00; E709| Thro' the village then winds at My Cot i[t] does end t1530
L12.2verse9AF9'00; E709| You stand in the village & look up to heaven
L12.2verse10AF9'00; E709| The precious stones glitter on flights seventy seven
L12.2verse11AF9'00; E709| And My Brother is there & My Friend & Thine
L12.2verse12AF9'00; E709| Descend & Ascend with the Bread & the Wine
L12.2verse13AF9'00; E709| The Bread of sweet Thought & the Wine of Delight
L12.2verse14AF9'00; E709| Feeds the Village of Felpham by day & by night
L12.2verse15AF9'00; E709| And at his own door the blessd Hermit does stand
L12.2verse16AF9'00; E709| Dispensing Unceasing to all the whole Land
L12.2verse17AF9'00; E709| W. BLAKE
L12.2CBtoAF9'00; E709| Recieve my & my husbands love & affection & believe me to be
L12.2CBtoAF9'00; E709| Yours affectionately
L12.2CBtoAF9'00; E709| [W] CATHERINE BLAKE