CHAPTER IV 



THE UPPER GARDEN 



OUT from the formal garden, leading into the 

 sunset by way of the deep woods, a path 

 straight and narrow invites one to descend a 

 little slope and watch the birds at play about a shallow 

 pool. On one side under low, shadowy branches, lies 

 a huge bowlder scarred by glacial action in bygone 

 ages, and over its wounded surface flows gently a heal- 

 ing stream. Mosses and lichens have crept into its 

 crevices, and ferns touch softly its mottled contours. 

 When the golden maples above it strew the ground with 

 their mellow leaves, when the sun gleams on the clear 

 water reflecting the sky in its depths, when the red of 

 the woodbine leaflet glows like a gorgeous gem, so 

 absolutely a part of the wilderness is it that Himself 

 and I look at each other in glee. 



A newcomer upon discovering this treasure usually 



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