THE PARKS 



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see the convent from the water-side, perched on 

 a grim rock wall, all silver light and dark im- 

 penetrable shadows. 



Come out from the park to the westward out 

 on the old Midway. Where once was din and 

 clatter and 

 gay confusion 

 of tongues, 

 there stretches 

 now a wide, 

 green, peace- 

 ful mile of 

 roadways and 

 sward and 

 elms. Dear 

 old Midway ! 

 We love you, 

 both past and 

 present. 



At the other 

 end of the 

 Midway Plai- 

 sance is Wash- 

 ington Park, more frequented than Jackson 

 Park, but far less attractive to a nature-lover. 

 Things are more set in Washington Park and 

 great liberties have been taken with the face of 



