WHITE CYPRIPEDICM. 



emotional thrill / 



that awaits me 



yonder in the hemlock woods? 



Here is a sanctuary unprofaned, pre- 

 sided over by a presence which always 

 brings peace without alloy. The dim aisles 



are redolent with sacred incense and filled with prophecy. All 

 my wonted fellow- worshippers are here; one by one I pass them; 

 now lightly hovering, or there prostrate on the hushed carpet, 



