Paradise was Never Lost 187 



Paradise was Never Lost 



THE hills are now at their height of glory, 

 and in the broad valleys the watercourses 

 are marked by the richest reds and yel 

 lows, maroons and olives, russet brown, orange and 

 buff, and all that superb gamut of the spectrum 

 which sings to the eye as birds sing to the ear in 

 summer when the woods and fields are full of 

 chants and warbles and living joyance. No frost 

 has marred the splendid changes of the trees, and 

 in this region the autumn flowers are to be found 

 in bloom over many a meadow, pasture and forest 

 opening, whence they have commonly disappeared 

 at this time. The sheltered nooks are not alone 

 in sportive new blooms of aster and golden-rod, 

 daisy and clover, wild flax and caraway, bouncing 

 bets and immortelles, while the herb robert s deli 

 cate pink flower nestles in its exquisitely wrought 

 leaves, among whose green are changing colours 

 as rich as on the maples themselves. The leaves 

 have fallen from the grape vines, and the rare 

 abundance of the clusters adorn the wayside 



