Thus before memory should fade too much I wrote down some of the things I had under guidance witnessed and experienced, and those which the child Imagination had, as I say, taught in divers ways.

For too often we let memory lie like a rabbit in a winter burrow; and imagination buzzes on the surface of things like a fly on a pane: we narrow our vision to our purpose and our hearing to intelligible voices, till it needs a shock of strangeness or of beauty to bring us back to realities—to rouse memory to throw open the door in the hillside, to make imagination leave its sheet of glass for the world of air and light, to let the beauties and the music of the infinite creation reach the dull brain.

MARGARET BENSON.

CONTENTS

PAGE
PREFACE[ 5]
I
THE GATES OF GOLD[ 17]
II
THE LAKE WITHIN THE WORLD[ 27]
III
A DESERT CITY[ 37]
IV
THE OTHER SIDE[ 53]
V
THE SILENT ROMANCE[ 73]
VI
THE COURT OF THE KING[ 85]
VII
THE GOLDEN DAHABEAH[ 101]
VIII
THE UNSEEN WORLD[ 125]
IX
FROM THE BANK OF THE RIVER[ 135]