OUR CITY GARDENS 



and see the august fairy-scene enacted day and night in the 

 heart of the spaces reserved to them. Whether it be under 

 the sun or by moonlight, under the blazing rays of summer 

 or the snows of winter, you can picture nothing to compare 

 with the cathedral alignment of the innumerous shafts, 

 shooting towards the sky, smooth, inflexible, pure, more tightly 

 packed than the lictors' bundle and yet happy, independent 

 and full of health and strength, from the warm and russet 

 glow at their base to the blue, unreal, ethereal mist that crowns 

 their top. 



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Thus, in addition to the effective and necessary re- 

 minder of the forest, each of us, whether in the spacious 

 mall or at the humble cross-roads, would find that 

 quality of silence, perfume, meditation and shade which 

 he prefers. There is, in fact, no lover of the great woods 

 but knows that each group, each family of trees is mute 

 in a different fashion and spreads a peace and a silence which 

 we can recognize without having to raise our eyes; for the 

 flavour of a shadow is as particular and pronounced as that 

 of a ripe fruit. 



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