Elizabeth Banks and many, many more; and that night, when the sky
had cleared and the nightingale sang, I looked out at the moon
riding at anchor, a silver boat in a still blue sea ablaze with the
headlights of the stars, and the saying of the herdsman of Tekoa
came to me--as it has come oftentimes since:-


Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the
shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with
night; that calleth for the waters of the sea and poureth them out
upon the face of earth; the Lord is His name.



CHAPTER II



This garden is an epitome of peace; sun and wind, rain, flowers,
and birds gather me into the blessedness of their active harmony.
The world holds no wish for me, now that I have come home to die
with my own people, for verify I think that the sap of grass and
trees must run in my veins, so steady is their pull upon my heart-
strings. London claimed all my philosophy, but the country gives
all, and asks of me only the warm receptivity of a child in its
mother's arms.

When I lie in my cool light room on the garden level, I look across
the bright grass--il verde smalto--to a great red rose bush in
lavish disarray against the dark cypress. Near by, amid a tangle