88 BIBDS IN LONDON 



vision of some far time, after this London, after 

 the dust of all her people, from park ranger to 

 bowed-down withered old woman gathering 

 rotten rain-sodden sticks for fuel, had been 

 blown about by the winds of many centuries 

 — a vision of old trees growing again on this 

 desecrated spot as in past ages, oak and elm, 

 and beech and chestnut, the ha})py, green homes 

 of squirrel and Ijird and bee. It was very 

 sweet to see London beautified and made healthy 

 at last ! And I thought, quoting Hafiz, that 

 after a thousand years my bones would be filled 

 Avitli gladness, and, uprising, dance in the 

 sepulchre. 



