A garden rosary . N ROSARY tants she may assemble in this hillsidecountry. As I watch her this morning, I imag-ine that I see a return of that unquench-able buoyancy that has always distin-guished her. YeSy she is more like her oldmasterful self than she has been for a long,long time. And yet — ah, now at thismoment, as she pauses and rests her chinupon the wooden rake, a little wearily, Isee with a pang that little droop whichhas crept gradually upon her of the grass itself, — so resilient as itmeets the buffets of the gale, and so gayunder the smiting of the sun, — / havealways not
A garden rosary . N ROSARY tants she may assemble in this hillsidecountry. As I watch her this morning, I imag-ine that I see a return of that unquench-able buoyancy that has always distin-guished her. YeSy she is more like her oldmasterful self than she has been for a long,long time. And yet — ah, now at thismoment, as she pauses and rests her chinupon the wooden rake, a little wearily, Isee with a pang that little droop whichhas crept gradually upon her of the grass itself, — so resilient as itmeets the buffets of the gale, and so gayunder the smiting of the sun, — / havealways noticed her kinship with the ele-mental children of Nature. Now, as Istand here, looking down into the lowermeadow, a solemn rhythm beats unac-countably in my ears. All flesh is as grass — all flesh is asgrass, — and all the glory of man is as theflower of grass. The grass withereth andthe flower thereof falleth away — the grasswither eth and the flower fadeth — but theWord of the Lord endureth A GARDEN ROSARY 69 August 8 ^y little flowers in the latticed\ window-how remind me of well-trained children corralled be-hind the bars of an ingenious nursery pen;of birds caged up; of bedridden folk whosmile cheerfully from their open windowsat the passers-by on the street. They flour-ish well — these pots of impatiens, agera-tum, lantana, and geranium — althoughthe ageratum, like a consumptive invalidin a pale-blue wrapper, is visibly wastingaway. But to have ones roots confined bya pot; to be arbitrarily lifted above thefriendly level of the earth — well, thoughone may bloom obediently, still, one hasmemories — and possibly hopes — of adwelling more normal and less conspicu-ous: lowlier and more intimate. 70 A GARDEN ROSARY August 9 have woven a ridiculous sortof trellis of raffia from the win-dow-box outside my bedroomin the old windmill. And up it the morn-ing-glories are merrily creeping. Now Imay lie in bed, and in the morning theseliving trumpets w
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