MY GARDEN "The youtherie of the year!" Its note is the 

 OF DREAMS , • T J. w u+ 



note 01 joy. Joy scatters brightness in a 



thousand hues. Nothing seems inanimate. The 

 trees are wide awakened from their sleep. 

 Whole families of flowers are putting on gay 

 attire to make one great holiday. The "festi- 

 val of the sight" has begun. The first ranks 

 are passing. 



The very clouds and their shadows look 

 alive. Everywhere is movement, everywhere 

 life, everywhere joy. All nature sings hymns 

 in welcome to the perfect year. The Spirit of 

 Beauty bids it. 



He who does not discern the infinite possibil- 

 ities of beauty and poetry in the world now 

 must have something radically wrong with 

 himself. Who would not poetize when he 

 breathes such air as this? 



Such shadows as there are are like the shad- 

 ows on the light of childhood. If for a little Na- 

 ture is silent, it is but to burst forth into louder 

 song. If the clouds grow heavy and shadows 

 fall, it is but quickly to open their heart again 

 to the sunshine. The showers sport with the 

 sunshine until the very sky is rainbowed. A 



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