2 APRIL 1927, Page 13

Memory's Garden

PRIM box hedges, London Pride, Clove carnations

Down each side.

Old flagged path-way, Grown with moss, Where the lilacs Meet across.

Grey sun-dial, Where we trace All y..nith's golden Hours of Grace.

Here at sunset, When 'tis dusk, Breathes the fragrant, Scented musk.

Low the sobbing Of the breeze, As it whispers Through the trees.

Close the latticed

Window panes : Night is creeping.

Down the lanes.

Close the gate and Come away— Sad the dreams of