DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



As we grow older we have increased admiration 

 for youth ; the maiden's face may have small claim to 

 beauty, but there is about it and her the indescribable 

 charm of the atmosphere of youth, the untarnished 

 bloom of the spring of life that comes but once ; and 

 I think there is that same atmosphere of charm when 

 the maiden bloom of spring-land paints the wooded 

 country-side in freshly created tints of green. 



Tis but an incomplete fragment we can place on 

 paper, artist's canvas or the truthful photographic 

 plate, of the beauty of the sunlit glade when spring- 

 time oaks and fronded beech or fairy-feathered birch, 

 half shade the sun-patched bluebell haunt where 

 cuckoos call and answer, when Nature hides her cruel 

 strife, resting in peace, and bids us see a heavenly 

 land and worship Him who made it all. 



In Thy great out-of-doors ! 

 To Thee I turn, to Thee I make my prayer, 

 God of the open air. 



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