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 , 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 aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in fancies and hopes; our hearts sought and found the of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers.
 
We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are the dearest of our eternal possessions; and those who cherish them as such may haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book, whose people are pilgrims on the golden road of youth.