JUNE 129 



And the wonderful mediaeval garden song : 



" O Mother, dear Jerusalem ! " 

 And George Herbert's 



" Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so brighti" 



And oh! so often! some portion of St Bernard's 

 hymn with its passionate refrain, 



" O sweet and blessed Country 

 The home of God's elect ! 

 O sweet and blessed Country 

 That eager hearts expect ! " 



And the text would, I am sure, have been about 

 the time of singing birds, and considering the 

 lilies, and so worth spending a fair summer 

 morning for. 



How could earth have satisfied him who 

 wrote, " There should be beds of roses, baskets 

 of roses, vistas and alleys of roses. Now over- 

 head, now at our feet, they should creep and 

 climb. New tints, new forms, new fragrances 

 should greet us at every turn. If I had all 

 Nottinghamshire full of roses, I should desire 

 Derbyshire for a bedding-ground." 



What could quench a passion like that ? The 

 Tenth Commandment must shrivel up before 

 such a whirlwind of desire, and yet who could 



