Excerpt from Garlands and Wayfarings Y dear, it seems so long ago That, from rock-perched Episcopo, We watched the lights come out below, The Steep slopes climbing; Then, on the evening air, a breeze, Stirred with the scent Of lemon trees, And magic Of Old memories, Heard clear bells chiming. And knew that, as each tolling ended, And silence with sweet silence blended, Christ's steps, led by the lights, ascended The rocky stair; Till, like a crested comber leaping, The surge of sound and light went sweeping Above us, left the valley Sleeping, Safe in His care. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.