\Vhe7i the flower seekers reached a great crevice in the rock 

 called Ccesars Head, their eyes no longer sought the ground, 

 but rested and wandered over the panorama of far-stretching 

 mountains and the fertile valley of the depth below. Could 

 they have trodden over that broad surface, what discoveries 

 might they have 7fiade; ivhat secrets have gathered from 

 Nature s heart / 



On the rock' s sides grew 77tany mosses passing often in 

 colour from those silvery to others tipped with pink. Green 

 clumps of ferns thrust themselves out from between the layers of 

 crumbling stone, and a dull, dark groivth i?nitating the rock's 

 texture clujig to it tightly. Here also a few stunted trees 

 wrestled with u/icertainty. 



(CXLVII.) 



