This hand would lead thee—listen. A clear space,
Guarded by sheltering hills from the east winds,
Laid out in geometrical designs,
Around a garden for the general use.
Planned to secure—on soundest principles—
Accord among the various families;
As cloudless—save for “tiffs” and passing shadows—
As I would have thy fate.
Pauline.—My own Hygeia!
Melnotte.—A mansion lifting from the triple arches