FOREWORD.
Reading edition
If be it so—by chance—this little book should claim for me a friend, who, sometime, when I’m far away, shall search and find a bit of rosemary, swept through with light, and scatter it among the grasses where I sleep, Then, then will I have found the garland I had hoped to win, and from that quiet spot, that Land of Youth, where my immortal spirit dwells, I’ll send a little wandering prayer of gratitude, that heart hath answered heart.