A LITTLE FLOWER GARDEN 5 



"If they to whom God gives fair gardens knew 

 The happy solace which sweet flowers he- 

 stow; 

 Where pain depresses, and where friends are 

 few. 

 To cheer the heart in weariness and woe." 



These words of a poet, whose name has long 

 since been forgotten, come to one as he strolls 

 through the banks of flowering verdure, but 

 only because we feel sorry for that poet of 

 long ago. He may have known lovely gar- 

 dens, but had he known this one, never would 

 the burden of his song have carried with it 

 suggestion of any plaint, but he would have 

 felt that spirit of all gardens whispering as the 

 genius loci to him, as in the exquisite words of 

 Francis Thompson's "An Anthem of Earth": 



"Here I untrammel. 

 Here I phick loose the body's cerementing. 

 And break the tomb of life; here I shake off 

 The bur o' the world, man's congregation shun. 

 And to the antique order of the dead 

 I take the tongueless vows; my call is set 

 Here in thy bosom; my little trouble is ended 

 In a little peace!' 



