I SHALL GO AND RETURN 



Those everlasting cities 

 Built on the hills of dream; 

 For all things growing and goodly 

 That foster this life, and breed 

 The immortal flower of wisdom 

 Out of the mortal seed. 



But most of all for the spirit 

 That can not rest nor bide 

 In stale and sterile convenience, 

 Nor safety proven and tried, 

 But still inspired and driven, 

 Must seek what better may be, 

 And up from the loveliest garden 

 Must climb for a glimpse of sea. 



BLISS CARMAN. 



The Tasteless Garden 



His Gardens next your admiration call, 

 On every side you look, behold the Wall! 

 No pleasing Intricacies intervene, 

 No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; 



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