The Long Ago

by J.W. Wright

"It was the spirit of the garden that crept into my boyheart and left its fragrance, to endure through the years. What the garden stood for - what it expressed - left a mysterious but certain impress. Grandmother's touch hallowed it and made it a thing apart, and the rare soul of her seemed to be reflected in the Lilies of the Valley that bloomed sweetly year by year in the shady plot under her favorite window in the sittingroom. Because the garden was her special province, it expressed her own sturdy, kindly nature. Little wonder, then, that we cherished it; that I loved to roam idly there feeling the enfoldment of that same protection and loving- kindness which drew me to the shelter of her gingham- aproned lap when the griefs of Boyhood pressed too hard upon me; and that we walked in it so contentedly in the cool of the evening, after the Four O'clocks had folded their purple petals for the night."

48 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1916

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Reviews

[Fai · Rating 5 out of 5]

A great poetic book that tells a story of distant memories of a long gone boyhood, and paints a beautiful picture of a much better and simpler times. The beautiful, poetic language of this book reminded me of how much I love literature, seeing as I have hardly read any this year.