Parkways and Willows 



fields, of moors and mountain slopes 

 where plant-folk bide. How well he 

 knew them, each great or humble 

 dweller in his kingdom, and how gladly 

 they yielded up to him their inmost 

 secrets ! I never go over there and look 

 up into his face without wishing that 

 I too knew something of sepals, stig- 

 mas, bracts and fronds and pollens. 

 And yet what a comfort it is to under- 

 stand that one after all does not have 

 to be a learned scientist to feel and 

 know the beauty of a "murmuring 

 pine!" Any of us can grasp that joy 

 if we have but eyes to see and ears to 

 hear; if we but look up with Perseus, 

 not down with pugilists. 



It seems to me that if I were a 

 sculptor and had received a commis- 

 sion to execute a statue of a man who 

 has a great name and character to sus- 

 tain before the world, and the man 

 according to all traditions was bald as 

 a hornet, and the monument was to 

 be set up out-of-doors somewhere in 

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