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Yet counting all the change and loss that the passing 

 of the seasons has brought, since those other ' Days and 

 Hours in a Garden ' of more than ten years ago 

 enough remains of beauty and delight for us to feel 

 joyously as ever, the ' ver perpeluum ' that irradiates 

 the garden wJiether it be small or great the Garden 

 that we call our own. Of that beloved spot well may 

 it be said, 



' An hour with thee I when earliest day 

 Dapples with gold the eastern grey, 

 Oh, what can frame my mind to bear 

 The toil and tumult, cark and care, 

 New griefs, which coming hours unfold, 

 A nd sad remembrance of the old 1 

 One hour with thee ! 



' One hour with thee ! When sun is set, 

 Oh, what can teach me to forget 

 The thankless labours of the day, 

 The hopes and wishes flung away ; 



One hour with thee /' * 



Lovers of their garden should have that feeling for 

 it strong within them, or their love cannot be true. 

 And now, departing not from the custom which holds 

 * Sir Walter Scott, 



