Under the Cedars and the Stars (Classic Reprint) - Couverture souple

Sheehan, Patrick Augustine

 
9781334389917: Under the Cedars and the Stars (Classic Reprint)

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Mio picciol orto A me sei vigna, ecampo, eselva, eprato. BaldL TPART I. AUTUMN. SECTION I. I. I HIS is its great, its only merit It is a hortus conclusus, et disseptus. Three high walls bound it, north, south, and west; and on the east are lofty stables, effectually shutting out all possibility of being seen by too curious eyes. It is a secluded spot, and in one particular angle, at the western end, is walled mby high trees and shrubs, and you see only leafage and grasses, and the eye of God looking through the interminable azure. The monks gardens bound it on the northern side; and here, in the long summer evenings, I hear the brothers chaunting in alternate strophes the Rosary of Mary. The sounds come over and through my garden wall, and they are muffled into a sweet, dreamy monotone of musical prayer. But the monks never look over my garden wall, because they are incurious, and because there is not much to be seen. For I cannot employ a professional gardener, and it is my own very limited knowledge, but great love for flowers the sweetest things God has made, and forgot to put a soul in and the obedient handiwork of a humble laborer, that keeps my garden always clean and bright, and some are kind enough to say, beautiful. And we have sycamores, and pines, and firs; and laburnum, and laurel, and lime, and lilac; and my garden is buried, deep as a well, beneath dusky walls of forest trees, beeches and elms and oaks, that rival in sublimity and altitude their classic brethren of Lebanon, leaving but the tiniest margin of blue mountain, stretching sierra-like between them and the stars.
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