Excerpt from Under the Cedars and the Stars For example, I want to know who is the time - keeper and warden and night-watchman of my flowers. It is not the sun, because they are awake before the sun, and after his rays slant high above their heads. It is not light, because whilst it is yet light, light enough to read with ease and pleasure, behold, my little flowers close their eyes ever so softly and silently, as if they feared to disturb the harmonies Of Nature; and as if they would say: We are such little things, never mind us! We are going to sleep, for we are so tiny and humble, why should we keep watch and ward over the mighty Universe? And again, who has bidden my crocuses wake up from their wintry sleep, whilst the frost is on the grass, and the snow is yet hiding in the corners of the garden beds P And here, my little snowdrop, so pure and fragile, braves the keen arrows Of frost and sleet, and pushes its pure blossoms out of the iron earth! This is the bulb of a hyacinth; this the. 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.