THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 

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THE WAYS OF THE WIND 



"Out of the veins of the world comes the blood of me; 

 The heart that beats in my side is the heart of the sea; 

 The hills have known me of old, and they do not forget; 

 Long ago was I friends with the wind ; I am friends with it yet." 



GERALD GOULD. 



WHENEVER a piece of the land is to be set apart for a 

 garden, two mighty rulers must be consulted as to the 

 boundaries. When this earth child is born and flower 

 garnished for the christening, the same two must be 

 also bidden as sponsors. These rulers are the Sun and 

 the Wind. The sun, if the matter in hand is once 

 fairly spread before him and put in his charge, is a 

 faithful guardian, meeting frankness frankly and send- 

 ing his penetrating and vitalizing messengers through 

 well-nigh inviolable shade. But of the wind, who shall 

 answer for it or trust it ? Do we really ever learn all of 

 its vagaries and impossible possibilities? 



If frankness best suits the sun, diplomacy must be 



