The Garden Magazine, December, 1920 
199 
WHERE NATURE AND ART ARE MET IN HAPPY AGREEMENT 
This carefully rendered garden scheme is untouched by the pettiness which often accompanies artificiality. The fountain in 
the foreground has its chance to play merrily in full sunlight while Hebe at the far end, against a background of shaded nat- 
ural greens, contemplates her own image. Basically sound in plan, Mrs. Ramsdell’s garden at Newburgh, New York, meets 
with the unqualified approval of the author and admirably illustrates the arguments presented in the accompanying article 
if it had come to stay, or preferably if possible as though it had 
always been in place, for “ the old Gods never die, ” it is written, 
“they only stand and wait: they wait for a thousand years be- 
side the churchyard gate.” Profoundly true as the saying is in 
the symbolical sense the writer likely intended — referring, as he 
doubtless did, to old beliefs and superstitions, and the tenacious 
persistence with which they cling to us, and indeed recur, per- 
haps after long intervals, in the hearts and consciousness of man- 
kind — it is none the less true in a more objective sense, with 
regard to the concrete expression of these old beliefs, semi- 
beliefs, and fancies. Here, however, the periodical waiting is 
done in the garden! 
THE RAIN THAT COMES TO GARDENS 
LOUISE DRISCOLL 
The rain that comes to gardens 
When summer days are long. 
Soothes and heals and pardons, 
And sings a little song. 
It used to sing in Babylon 
To Roses red and white. 
And where the scent of Jasmine 
Pierced the Assyrian night. 
It sings a song that Eve heard 
When the world was new, 
And God walked in her garden 
With the dusk and dew. 
Dusty Persian Daisies 
Heard its pattering rhyme ; 
It sang on high Hymettus 
Over sharp, sweet Thyme. 
The rain that comes to gardens 
Is wise in garden lore, 
It has known many gardens, 
It will know many more. 
