l8o UNDER THE TREES. 



fore we went to Arcjp, for instance, we had no 

 clear knowledge of any of these countries ; we had 

 often heard of them ; their names were often on 

 our lips ; but they were not real to us. That happy 

 day when Arden ceased to be a dream to us was 

 the beginning of a rapid growth of knowledge con 

 cerning these invisible countries ; one by one they 

 seemed to rise within the circle of our expanding 

 experience until we became aware that we were 

 masters of a new kind of geography. That delight 

 ful discovery was not many years behind us, but 

 this new knowledge had already become so much a 

 part of our lives that we often confused it with the 

 knowledge of commoner things. 



That night, before we parted, our plans were com 

 pleted ; on the morrow, when night came, the fire 

 on the hearth would be unlighted, for we should be 

 on Prospero s island. 



ii. 



O, rejoice 



Beyond a common joy ; and set it down 

 With gold on lasting pillars : in one voyage 

 Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis ; 

 And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife 

 Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom, 

 In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, 

 Where no man was his own. 



&quot; HONEST Gonzalo never spoke truer word,&quot; said 



