Show NEW COLLEGE GARDENS on this old lawn where lost hours pass across the shadows dark with dew othero autumn on the thick sweet grass has laid a weary leaf or two when the young morning keenly sweet breathes secrets to the silent air happy is he whose lingering feet may wander lonely there the enchantment of the dreaming lines the magic of the quiet hours unheard tales of other times and other destinies than ours the feet that long ago walked here still noiseless walk beside our feet poor ghosts who found this garden dear and found tho morning sweet age weeps that it no more may bold the heartache that youth clasps so close pain finely shaped in pleasures mold A thorn deep hidden in a rose hero is the immortal thorny rose that may in new garden grow its root is in he hearts 0 who walked hero long ago I 1 E nesbit |