. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. rity of it and bearingfar a gentle, aromatic pungency which is theessence of the parent stem that bore the bloom. IV AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS The Island and the Garden which CeliaThaxter Loved The poppies that grow in Celia Thaxters gardennod bright heads in welcome to all who come. Itis as if the sunny presence of their mistress dweltalways in the spot, finding voice in these bloomswhich are so delicate, yet so regnant in these all the other flowers which speak of thehomely virtues, marigolds and red geraniums,coreopsis and pinks and love-in-a-m
. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. rity of it and bearingfar a gentle, aromatic pungency which is theessence of the parent stem that bore the bloom. IV AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS The Island and the Garden which CeliaThaxter Loved The poppies that grow in Celia Thaxters gardennod bright heads in welcome to all who come. Itis as if the sunny presence of their mistress dweltalways in the spot, finding voice in these bloomswhich are so delicate, yet so regnant in these all the other flowers which speak of thehomely virtues, marigolds and red geraniums,coreopsis and pinks and love-in-a-mist, seem sub-ordinate at first approach, though they occupythe bulk of the garden, which seems to epitomizethe life of the mistress who tended it so is no square of it without its rich aromaof love and womanliness, yet it is the vivid per-sonality of the poppies, flowers for dreams, whichtouches first the comer from the outside world. Round about the garden lies Appledore, thelargest of the Isles of Shoals, rocked gently on. oo U AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS 4S the bosom of blue seas, its margin flashing withberyl and pearl where rocks and breakers touch,its rounded ridges white and green again with thegranite of which it is built and the verdure withwhich it is clothed. Over It all bends the blue ofthe summer sky, and as you look up to this fromthe little garden it seems to lean lovingly upon thehill which is the islands highest part, heaven sonear that the scent of the flowers may easily passto it by way of the little winding path. To climbthis path yourself is to find the sky not so nearafter all. Standing on the summit, you realizefirst the depth of its great dome and the widesweep of sea that rims the islands round. Hereare but gray ledges that rise out of an im-mensity which dwarfs them. Far to the northand west is a thin, blue line of land that liftsin the farthest distance the peaks of the WhiteMountains. All else is but a vast expanse ofsea that seems as if it mi
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