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  My Lost Youth The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
2 Judges 5
 Hpicked about the worst candidating text there is in the Bible–’Curse ye Meroz.’ “
  Psalm 121
 I believe Mr. Pierson would have got the call if he had picked a different text. But when he announced ‘I will lift my eyes to the hills’ he was done for. Every one grinned, for every one knew that those two Hill girls from the Harbour Head have been setting their caps for every single minister who came to the Glen for the last fifteen years.
3 Marmion
 Di and Walter were especial chums; Di was the only one to whom he would ever read the verses he wrote himself–the only one who knew that he was secretly hard at work on an epic, strikingly resembling “Marmion” in some things, if not in others.
4 Of Truth
 True? True? What is truth? What is truth, O jesting Pilate?
6 O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing “His blood can make the violets clean,” carolled Mary blithely.
7 Milton They tell me Milton could not get along with his wife, and Shakespeare was no more than respectable by times.
  Shakespeare They tell me Milton could not get along with his wife, and Shakespeare was no more than respectable by times.
5 King David
 As for the Bible, of course things were different in those sacred days–although I never had a high opinion of King David, say what you will.
8 Prester John Walter, lying on his stomach among the fern, was reading aloud to Mary and Di and Faith and Una from a wonderful book of myths wherein were fascinating accounts of Prester John and the Wandering Jew, divining rods and tailed men, of Schamir, the worm that split rocks and opened the way to golden treasure, of Fortunate Isles and swan-maidens.
  Wandering Jew
Walter, lying on his stomach among the fern, was reading aloud to Mary and Di and Faith and Una from a wonderful book of myths wherein were fascinating accounts of Prester John and the Wandering Jew, divining rods and tailed men, of Schamir, the worm that split rocks and opened the way to golden treasure, of Fortunate Isles and swan-maidens.
  Schamir
 Walter, lying on his stomach among the fern, was reading aloud to Mary and Di and Faith and Una from a wonderful book of myths wherein were fascinating accounts of Prester John and the Wandering Jew, divining rods and tailed men, of Schamir, the worm that split rocks and opened the way to golden treasure, of Fortunate Isles and swan-maidens.
  Fortunate Isles Walter, lying on his stomach among the fern, was reading aloud to Mary and Di and Faith and Una from a wonderful book of myths wherein were fascinating accounts of Prester John and the Wandering Jew, divining rods and tailed men, of Schamir, the worm that split rocks and opened the way to golden treasure, of Fortunate Isles and swan-maidens.
  William Tell
It was a great shock to Walter to learn that William Tell and Gelert were myths also.
  Gelert It was a great shock to Walter to learn that William Tell and Gelert were myths also.
  Bishop Hatto
 … and the story of Bishop Hatto was to keep him awake all that night; but best of all he loved the stories of the Pied Piper and the San Greal.
  The Pied Piper of Hamelin … and the story of Bishop Hatto was to keep him awake all that night; but best of all he loved the stories of the Pied Piper and the San Greal.
  San Greal
 … and the story of Bishop Hatto was to keep him awake all that night; but best of all he loved the stories of the Pied Piper and the San Greal.
9 Daniel 6
 Only I wish they’d et Daniel up. It would have been more exciting.
  St. Augustine
 And the Rev. John Meredith forgot to go to bed at all because he was absorbed in reading a life of St. Augustine.
11 Kubla Khan
 And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
13 Of A’ the Airts “It is calm to-night,” said Rosemary laughing. “If there were a wind it would blow your breath away. We get ‘a’ the airts the wind can blow’ up here. This place should be called Four Winds instead of the Harbour.”
14 Friend’s Passion for his Asphodel
 He thought it would be pleasant to see Rosemary’s slow, sweet smile and calm, heavenly blue eyes again. What did that old poem of Sir Philip Sidney’s say?– “continual comfort in a face”–that just suited her.
16 Inferno Father has a picture of the devil in a book in his study, and I mean to go home and write your name under it.
  Will there be any stars in my crown? Will there be any stars in my crown?” sang the Methodist choir, beginning to practise in the Methodist church.
  Polly Wolly Woodle We did sing Polly Wolly Doodle at the last. Faith said, ‘Let’s have something cheerful to wind up with.’
35 The Lays of Ancient Rome Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the “brave days of old,” which Jem longed for, were gone for ever, and that never would it be necessary for the sons of Canada to ride forth to battle “for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods.”
  The Pied Piper of Hamelin “Let the Piper come and welcome,” he cried, waving his hand. “I ‘ll follow him gladly round and round the world.”