Leaves from a Madeira Gai^den 



yourself, in the smiling plenty of the wilderness 

 you have tamed. 



From faery lands forlorn we take ship upon 

 perilous seas. We leave our garden and our 

 well-beloved island at their best ; never has 

 spring smiled a sunnier smile ; never has a 

 garden been more prodigal of colour and 

 perfume. In the turmoil of the busier life to 

 which we are returning, we shall surely keep 

 their memory green. 



THE END 



