1 76 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



happy lovers with the same unaltered innocent laughter, the 

 Same bright dreams for the future filling their hearts. To 

 how many (when the time they lingered in that garden was 

 long ago) from that spot a wind 



" Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories, 

 By the meadows of memory and the highway of hope ! " 



while in a dream they stand as in the past by the sundial, 

 lovers hand in hand together, reading the motto engraven 

 round it, the shadow of the gnomon telling of unreached noon. 

 So full of hope, such words of consolation for all the trials 

 and sorrows that must surely be theirs ere the dusk of even- 

 ing fell o'er life's dial in that simple motto " In Heaven is 

 Rest." 



