Excerpt from Under the Cedars and the StarsBut my garden is something more to me. It is my Stan - my porch, where some unseen teacher ever speaks, as if with voice authoritative. It is to me the grove of Academe. Here, under the laburnum, or the solitary lime or sycamore, I walk with spirits quite as wise as those who trod the ancient groves with Plato, and questioned him sharply, and drew out his wonderful dialectical powers. But my spirits question not. They are no Sophists, weaving subtleties out of the web and woof of dainty words, nor do they ask w/zy and wizerefore. They only speak by their silence, and answer my interrogations, For I am an inquisitive being, and the mystery of the world weighs heavily upon me. I have the faculty of wonder strangely developed in me. An ephemeris, ¿oating in the summer air, a worm creeping from cave to cave in the warm, open earth, the pink tips of a daisy's fingers make me glad with surprise. Miracles are all around me, and I take them literally, and wonder at them. Omm'a admz'mrz' is my motto, I have not steeled myself into the stoicism, that can see worlds overturned - with a shrug. I have a child's wonder, and a child's love.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.