The Garden Magazine, September, 1919 



49 



rumble of passing war material and the tramp of feet send 

 dust clouds to dim its loveliness before it is discovered? 1 

 shall not know; for by that time my eyes will be looking west- 

 ward over tossing waves to the land of my heart. 

 But I shall never forget my garden of Verdun! 



PASS back through the gates and into the ruins of the 

 city, with my hands full of blossoms and moss. French 



soldiers smile at me and shout "Ah, des fleurs!" Our own 

 boys smile and salute. And many passersby seem surprised 

 that flowers should be blooming in winter; but if you have 

 eyes to see and hearts to love, you can often find the unex- 

 pected touch of beauty in the apparent wreckage of life. 



So good-bye, brave Garden of Verdun! Human hands 

 no longer tend you, but God's sun shines on you, and you 

 are doing and shall do your part for those who seek and read 

 your message. 



-OUT BY ONE OF THE GATES OF VERDUN" 



