214 WHEAT AND WOMAN 



parched bed of thirsty flowers, solitude revives one's 

 energy of life ; in its atmosphere there comes the 

 bird of peace with its reassurance of the hourly 

 vanishing waters of the flood of things temporal, the 

 tendril of truth gathered from the tree of knowledge, 

 which is the eternal centre of the homeland of the 

 soul. 



