io8 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



breeze ; we want to see the sun and the blue skies of summer 

 that sparkle above the trees' crests ! " Whilst walking through 

 fields golden with May dandelions, our thoughts naturally 

 drift to those prose poets of the country side Richard 

 Jefferies, Thoreau, and Burroughs. We think of Jefferies 

 when the dandelions sparkle at our feet how he loved them ! 

 The voices of the birds make us dream of Thoreau how 

 minutely he described them ! At the sight of flowing silvery 

 streams we almost feel the presence of Burroughs at our side 

 how vividly he painted in words the charms of stream and 

 tree ! And Nature gives to each of us, as she gave to these, 

 an opportunity of studying and proclaiming her beauties ! 



Is there anything more pleasant than to walk in a May 

 garden at dawn amid the flowers silvered with dewdrops ? 

 To walk in the rays of the newly-risen sun is to fully realise 

 the motto upon the sundial " Lux est umbra Dei." 



