rom t ly and entered again into the Garden.

    And Sarkis, er, spoke and said: quot;And er? You speak never of ugliness.quot;

    And Almustafa ans knock at your door?

    quot;And range tongue of hing?

    quot;Is it not t o reaco er, t you deem ugliness?

    quot;If ugliness is aug is but the wax filling our ears.

    quot;Call nots o;

    And upon a day as t in te poplars, one spoke saying: quot;Master, I am afraid of time. It passes over us and robs us of our yout does it give in return?quot;

    And ;take up no, and t not t turn seeds to forests, and o angels, belong to this very Now.

    quot;And s c, and summer but a recognition of your ofulness. Is not autumn t in you singing a lullaby to t er save sleep big ;

    And tive disciple, looked about s in floo tree. And ;Bees, Master.  say you of teal t from teadfast c runneto t;

    And ;My friend, es. e urn to pulsing life are not above tly from t knohe sod.

    quot;So o t,  and hand?

    quot;Or surn noo th?

    quot;And so ure  off and become a sacrifice for this cause?

    quot;Nay, my friend, all they are asked, and, like your dreams, are fulfilled ere you sleep.

    quot;e live upon one anoto t and timeless. Let us live to sit beside.

    quot;My friends and my brothe wider road is your fellow-man.

    quot;ts t live upon tree dra stillness of nigranquil dreaming sucks at t of the sun.

    quot;And ts in equal  t of the Prince whose door is always open and w