when the Moon God woos her she unveils her A MIDSUMMER 

 charms and meets his gaze with kindling eyes. ^m5m^ 



The queen of the night is the moon-flower 

 on the lattice, but she needs the breath of the 

 night to lay bare her heart. 



" Sweet child of the pale and the passionless Moon, 

 Thou art but the Dream of the slumbering Night." 



Poor, indeed, is the life that has not known 

 some one love, so deep, so fine, so tender, that 

 it lives in the heart of his dream! 



The night garden appeals with a peculiar 

 power to the mystic that lives within the soul 

 of each one of us. Why is it that we are sure 

 to look up to the heavens at night, although 

 we may never lift our eyes while the sun gives 

 us day? Is it because at night the things at 

 our feet are less clearly seen and are therefore 

 less insistent? 



The wide sunlight helps us to think of the 

 broad, bright, and simple; the night makes us 

 feel what is lofty, mysterious, and dim. Gretry's 

 words come to mind — "God shuts off this 

 world once every twenty-four hours so that 

 we can see the universe." 

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