just landed on the new planet. Of the mother of all the living I
speak--Eve, the first, the fairest and the best.
I make me a garden. I inlay the paths with mountain moss, and I border
them with pearls from Ceylon and diamonds from Golconda. Here and
there are fountains tossing in the sunlight, and ponds that ripple
under the paddling of the swans. I gather me lilies from the Amazon,
and orange groves from the tropics, and tamarinds from Goyaz. There
are woodbine and honey-suckle climbing over the wall, and starred
spaniels sprawling themselves on the grass. I invite amid these trees
the larks, and the brown thrushes, and the robins, and all the
brightest birds of heaven, and they stir the air with infinite chirp
and carol. And yet the place is a desert filled with darkness and
death as compared with