MY GARDEN It is a brilliant pageant, this festival of the 

 OF DREAMS s jgj lti j t j s t h e pageant of the seasons, rich 

 in all their colors and loaded with their price- 

 less gems. 



The Greeks loved color. They painted even 

 their statues. Doubtless it was their love of 

 color that led them to make a festival of the 

 passing of the flowers. To them the flowers 

 were a color-feast for the eye. But neither they 

 nor we could imagine a festival without music. 

 There must be music in the march of a pageant 

 such as that of the flowers. The soul that has 

 not felt the perfect rhythm of nature and 

 listened to its deep-toned harmonies has but 

 poorly interpreted its symbols. The year is 

 "God's great cycle of song." 



There is a close relation between colors and 

 sounds. The delicate ear and the clear sight 

 are both engaged by nature's teaching. The 

 need of the ear and the need of the eye are the 

 same. Each seeks, whether in nature or in art, 

 the one fundamental harmony. Colors have 

 harmonies as ravishing as music, and just as 

 sounds produce discords when made at ran- 

 dom, so there are combinations of colors as 



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