. The long ago. they are but the distant tinkle of thehomeward herd on the hills ....and you and I in matchless freedomare once more trudging the Old DearRoad side by side, answering the callof the wondrous Voice of Boyhoodsounding through the years. TheGarden. The G ard en It was the spirit of the garden thatcrept into my boy-heart and left itsfragrance, to endure through the the garden stood for—what it ex-pressed—left a mysterious but certainimpress. Grandmothers touch hallowedit and made it a thing apart, and the raresoul of her seemed to be reflected in theLilies of the Valley
. The long ago. they are but the distant tinkle of thehomeward herd on the hills ....and you and I in matchless freedomare once more trudging the Old DearRoad side by side, answering the callof the wondrous Voice of Boyhoodsounding through the years. TheGarden. The G ard en It was the spirit of the garden thatcrept into my boy-heart and left itsfragrance, to endure through the the garden stood for—what it ex-pressed—left a mysterious but certainimpress. Grandmothers touch hallowedit and made it a thing apart, and the raresoul of her seemed to be reflected in theLilies of the Valley that bloomed sweetlyyear by year in the shady plot under herfavorite window in the sitting-room. Be-cause the garden was her special province,it expressed her own sturdy, kindlynature. Little wonder, then, that wecherished it; that I loved to roam idlythere feeling the enfoldment of that sameprotection and loving-kindness whichdrew me to the shelter of her gingham-aproned lap when the griefs of Boyhoodpressed too hard upon me; and that wewalked in it so contentedly in the cool ofthe evening, after the Four Oclocks hadfolded their purple petals for the night. Grandmothers garden, like all realgardens, wasnt just flowers and fra-grance. There was a br
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