216 A GARDEN DIARY 
awaken the whole world to admiration. Yet 
they pass away unnoticed; oblivion enshrouds 
them, and they are never so much as heard of. 
When such suppressions, such seeming in- 
justices, occur at the beginning of things, while 
the sun is still high, and Time seems a friendly 
factor, one is able to reassure oneself. One 
says—‘‘ Wait a little longer!” ‘The time will 
come!” When such illusion, however, is no 
longer possible; when the sands have run out, 
or been scattered in mid-career; what is one to 
say then? What faith, what philosophy, what 
stoicism, or what mixture of all three, will enable 
one to accept it without complaint ? 
