I walked down one long avenue and counted them on either side.

There were not sixty on both; yet their green and graceful roofage reached a full third of a mile.

Not sixty to pillar and turn such an arch as that! I sat down on a seat at the end to think of it.

There was a morning service going on in this Cathedral of Nature.

The dew-moistened, foliated arches so lofty, so interwebbed with wavy, waky spangles of sky, were all set to the music of the anthem.