I RENEW MYSELF EVERY DAY tT 



In honour of the golden prime 

 Of good Haroun Alraschid. 



ALFRED TENNYSON. 

 Recollections of the Arabian Nights. 



But I know where a garden grows, 

 Fairer than aught in the world beside, 

 All made up of the lily and rose 

 That blew by night, when the season is good, 

 To the sound of dancing music and flutes. 

 ALFRED TENNYSON. 



Maud. 



Across the Convent garden walls 



The wind blows from the silver seas; 

 Black shadow of the cypress falls 



Between the moon-meshed olive trees; 

 Sleep-walking from their golden bowers, 

 Flit disembodied orange flowers. 



MATHILDE BLIND. 

 (The Mystic's Vision.) 



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