The Garden Gate 



All this affords not only cover for 

 ourselves and buildings from the outer 

 world, but here too the native song 

 birds love to come and build their 

 nests and rear their families. I know 

 them well, and we get on famously 

 together — making common enemy of 

 course of that "rat of the air," the 

 English sparrow. 



My daily pathway takes me through 

 the grove, and here is God's own gar- 

 den; wood violets and arbutus, sorrel 

 and "shooting stars," crow's-foot and 

 spiderworts of royal hue. Here, too, 

 May apples and wild strawberries 

 bloom; and amidst it all the bluegrass 

 encroacheth ever as the underbrush is 

 cleared and the oaks depart. 



