THE LURE OF THE GARDEN 



of the palm branches, trembling airily where the papy- 

 rus bent its antique head, dancing among the big blades 

 of sturdy grass that sprouted in tufts here and there, 

 resting languidly upon the glistening magnolias that were 

 besieged by somnolent bees. All the greens and all the 

 golds of Creation were surely met together in this pro- 

 found retreat to prove the perfect harmony of earth with 

 sun. . . . The dream of this garden was quick with a 

 vague and yet fierce stirring of realities. There was the 

 murmuring of many small and distant voices, like the 

 voices of innumerable tiny things following restless activ- 

 ities in a deep forest ... a brown butterfly flitted 

 forward and vanished into the golden dream beyond. . . ." 



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