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As I stood and watched the beat of light, playing 

 in sweeps of soundless harmonies through the wind- 

 stirred leaves, the fountain blew aloft to the trem- 

 ble of the music, its upward smoke. The breeze 

 caught it and drifted it gently over the pool, in slowly 

 falling folds of fleecy mists, which seemed to cling 

 lingeringly in the air. As they drifted, they drew 

 the imagination with them and spirits of the air seemed 

 ever draping this fair fountain with a flowing vail; 

 seemed ever changing the fleecy folds, drawing and 

 drawing in endless garniture. 



As the slowly drifting, fleecy mists wafted with 

 the breeze, the sunlight struck through their lace, and 

 in the twinkling of an eye, changed them to falling 

 showers of gold ; glorified beyond words. Hallowed 

 as by a silent benediction, they sifted slowly away, 

 melting through the trees and fading from sight in 

 wisps and wreaths of drifting gold. 



But let us see what we have about us here. Be- 

 ginning on the northerly side of the Music Stand, 

 all along the waterside, you will find good sized bushes 

 of the panicled dogwood. You will have no diffi- 

 culty in finding it, if you look for a bush about five 

 feet high, considerably branched and with a smooth 

 ash colored bark. Its dogwood leaves are long oval 

 and taper-pointed, whitish on the undersides and acute 

 or rounded at the bases. But try to see one of these 

 shrubs in the early days of June, when it is putting 

 forth the flower heads which have given it its name 

 paniculata. These are white, in distinct, upright 

 panicles. The panicles have a high convex curve of 



