THE FESTIVAL 

 OF THE SIGHT 



THE FESTIVAL OF THE SIGHT 



The most brilliant of pageants is passing. 

 Rank upon rank of beautifully costumed fig- 

 ures, bearing aloft banners gorgeous in color, 

 and marching to the notes of a mystical music, 

 are passing. It is one long festival. 



First in this pageant are many little people, 

 beautiful of face and graceful of form. They 

 are decked with the gayest colors: here and 

 there a blue or a white, a pink or a red, or even 

 a rich purple, but mainly yellow, with the 

 groundwork of their costumes green. They 

 carry banners, "yellow glorious and golden/' 

 and are led by trumpeters blowing their "gay 

 fanfare." 



These are the young and the gay in this 

 pageant of life and beauty. Crowned with 

 daffodils and singing lyric snatches, they pass 

 "down the greening hills. " 



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