...spirit shoots into the spiritual land. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE (1837-1909) THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing 5 For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...waits on either side, — before and behind us, Death! Mary Ainge De Vere [1844THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE u wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the bl doubtful dreams of dreams, I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...afar, Mix with thy name As morning-star with evening-star His faultless fame. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams, I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...with evening-star His faultless fame. THE GARDEN or PROSERPINE Here, where the world is quiet, • 0L Here, where all trouble seems -^ Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams, I watch the green field growing ' For reaping folk and sowjng, { For harvest-time""and...

...Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!" THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest...

...refuse him; For all who find him lose him, But all have found him fair. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE LJERE, where the world is quiet; -^ Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...ever-lovely panorama of Lebanon scenery to delight and refresh the soul, Swinburne's lines came to mind: " Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot, In doubtful dreams of dreams." From the eyrie of Lebanon the war seemed incredible, and trouble only a...

...dreamed, a verse eluded me. Long after, when he who wrote it had passed to the grave, it came to me : — "Here, where the world is quiet: Here, where all trouble seems Dead, winds and spent waves riot In doubtful dream of dreams; I watch the green fields growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest...

...afar, Mix with thy name As morning-star with evening-star His faultless fame. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams, I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...proved itself the paradise of Walkers. For us it is a veritable Eden. Here the fraternity abounds, — "Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dream of dreams." The city man, mayhap, finds a monotony in the country. The rough bustle...