OLD-FASH ION KD FLOWKHS 



forth from the cloister, the crypt, the 

 town of brick and stone, the gloomy 

 stronghold in which he had slept. lie 

 went down into the garden, which be- 

 came peopled with a/ure, purple and 

 perfumes, opened his eyes, astounded 



like a child escaping from the dreams 

 of the night; and the forest, the plain, 

 the sea and the mountains, and, lastly, 

 the birds and the flowers, that speak in 

 thenameof all a more human language 

 which he already understood, greeted 

 his awakening. 



