of glacial ice columns leading to regions beyond, where quiet silver
pools throw back the mirrored glories.

Battalions of daffodils holding their long sabers stand in the South
Garden, making ready for the great festival. Soon those daffodils will
raise their golden trumpets and will sound the fanfare at the opening of
the Great Jubilee, and up will spring two hundred thousand wide-eyed
yellow pansies to look and wonder at the marvelous beauty and help in
the hallelujah chorus that will be one great poeon of joy - one splendid
hymn of praise.

And the blue eucalypti against the walls will lend their voices, the
yellow acacias will add their cadences; while down by the great lagoon,
ten thousand periwinkles will dance for joy.

Far out on the waters will be intoned to the rhythm of the waves a
chorus from white-robed water-lilies, who, like a throng of choristers,
will send their anthems rippling over the sun-kissed waves.

The Spirit of the East that has added its domes, its minarets, its
soft-glowing colors, will remain and join hands with the Spirit of the
West, that strong, pulsating energetic spirit, and the harmony produced
will vibrate from the shores of the Occident to the shores of the Orient
and bring about a better understanding, a great world peace.

And the world will come to listen. The great music will sound across the
waters, and the world will be the better in its way of thinking, of
working, of living - and all because of the great beauty. Wonderful is
it to be living today, to have the opportunity of watching the beginning
of this mighty growth; to be present at one of the world's greatest