waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca-palm, the coconut and the dark green jack-fruit trees.

　　I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.