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108 The glad assurance of God s boundless love Filled all his being, and he rose serene, And journeyed forward with a calm content. Southward he wended, and the landscape took A warmer tone, the sky a richer light. The gardens of the graceful, festooned hops, With their slight tendrils binding pole to pole, Gave place to orchards and the trellised grape. The hedges were enwreathed with trailing vines, With clustering, shapely bunches, midst the growth Of tangled greenery. The elm and ash Less frequent grew than cactus, cypresses, And golden-fruited or large-blossomed trees. The far hills took the hue of the dove s breast, Veiled in gray mist of olive groves. No more He passed dark, moated strongholds of grim knights, But terraces with marble-paven steps, With fountains leaping in the sunny air, And hanging gardens full of sumptuous bloom. Then cloisters guarded by their dead gray walls, Where now and then a golden globe of fruit Or full-flushed flower peered out upon the road, Nodding against the stone, and where he heard Sometimes the voices of the chanting monks, Sometimes the laugh of children at their play, Amidst the quaint, old gardens. But these sights Were in the suburbs of the wealthy towns.