THE GOLDEN ROAD
L. M. MONTGOMERY
"Life was a rose-lipped comrade
With purple flowers dripping from her fingers."
THE MEMORY OF
Aunt Mary Lawson
WHO TOLD ME MANY OF THE TALES
REPEATED BY THE
Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair
highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine
were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh
charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.
On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in