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I enclose a ticket, hoping that you will come. We shall all be proud and happy to

welcome our poet friend. I shall recite about the beautiful cities of sunny Italy. I
hope our kind friend Dr.

Ellis will come too, and take Tom in his arms.

With much love and a kiss, from your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.

TO REV. PHILLIPS BROOKS

South Boston, June 8, 1891.

My dear Mr. Brooks,

I send you my picture as I promised, and I hope when you look at it this summer
your thoughts will fly southward to your happy little friend. I used to wish that I

could see pictures with my hands as I do statues, but now I do not often think
about it because my dear Father has filled my mind with beautiful pictures, even
of things I cannot see. If the light were not in your eyes, dear Mr. Brooks, you
would understand better how happy your little Helen was when her teacher
explained to her that the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be
seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart. Every day I find out something
which makes me glad. Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful
thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to
God, does it seem that way to you? It is Sunday morning, and while I sit here in
the library writing this letter you are teaching hundreds of people some of the
grand and beautiful things about their heavenly Father. Are you not very, very
happy? and when you are a Bishop you will preach to more people and more and

more will be made glad.

Teacher sends her kind remembrances, and I send you with my picture my dear
love.

From your little friend

HELEN KELLER.