ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



accompaniment to the thoughts that flit 

 through the mind even as the shadows flit 

 across the hills, or the changing clouds are 

 reflected in the water. At night when the 

 tall white Lilies gleam through the dark- 

 ness and the air is heavy with their per- 

 fume, and moon and stars are mirrored in 

 the clear pool, it is the time and the place 

 for "touches of sweet harmony," and when 

 a pure voice is heard singing "and the night 

 for love was given, Dearest, come to me," 

 from Schubert's serenade, a final enchant- 

 ment descends upon the spot. 



When staying at Oxford and wandering 

 through those grand old gardens it has been 

 easy to understand, how their calm beauty 

 and charm have inspired the thoughts of 

 the men who have produced so much that is 

 best in English literature and poetry. The 

 shaded alley by the Cherwell, the great 

 purple beeches, the shadows fleeting across 

 the grass, the antiquity of the place and all 

 that the great university has stood for in its 

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