"And yet the dawn comes again after the night; and one has faith--or is it hope rather than faith?--that the new world which swims into the ken of the spirit to whom Death gives wings, may be fairer even than the dear familiar earth--that, somewhere, somehow, we may find again the long-lost; or meet the long-desired, the un-found, who forever evaded our reach in this mocking sphere, where we have never been quite at home, because, after all, we are but travellers, and this is but our hostelry, and not our permanent abode." "My best reward has been the friendships that my slight work has won for me," she had said; and the assurance of these did not fail her to the end. In the article just quoted she said of her work: "I have written many times more prose than verse, but it is my verse which is most absolutely _me_, and for which I would rather that you should care. Some critics assert that the sonnet is an artificial form of expression. Is it? I only know that no other seems to me so intimate--in no other can I so sincerely utter the heart's cry of despair or of longing--the soul's aspiration toward that which is eternal. "Am I a realist? I think I am; but who was it who said that the sky is not less real than the mud?" The death of her old friend, Mr. Aldrich, greatly moved her, and in her diary for March 20, 1907, she records: "Indoors all day; an awful wind storm, and the day was made sad by the news in the morning's paper of T.B. Aldrich's death yesterday, in the late afternoon. Oh, how sad death seems. Aldrich was seventy last November. How soon we, his contemporaries, shall all be gone. His death seems to darken everything." Two days later she writes: "Went to the funeral services of T.B. Aldrich, at Arlington Street Church. The services, the music, and Mr. Frothingham's reading, were most impressive and beautiful.... In the evening came Mr. Stedman to see me. His visit was a real pleasure, I had not seen him for so long." This must have been the last meeting between Mrs. Moulton and Mr. Stedman after their almost life-long friendship. To Mrs. Aldrich she wrote: _Mrs. Moulton to Mrs. Aldrich_ 28 RUTLAND SQUARE, March 30, 1907.