text:  And if in our maturer years we return to live an hour with him in the regions of fairyland that enchanted our youth--if some of the flowers seem less bright if the murmur of the waters is a more pensive sound if a soberer light pervade the scene and if some of the illusions are broken for ever we still discover in every stanza beauties which escaped our earlier observation and we never lose our relish for that rich play of fancy like the eastern fountain whose spray descends in pearls and in gems