_Travelling Man:_ There are four gates in the wall: a gate of gold, and a gate of silver, and a gate of crystal, and a gate of white brass. _Child:_ (_Taking up the sticks._) I will make a garden. I will make a wall with these sticks. _Travelling Man:_ This big stick will make the first wall. (_They build a square wall with sticks._) _Child:_ (_Taking up branch._) I will put this in the middle. This is the tree. I will get something to make it stand up. (_Gets up and looks at dresser._) I can’t reach it, get up and give me that shining jug. (_Travelling Man gets up and gives him the jug._) _Travelling Man:_ Here it is for you. _Child:_ (_Puts it within the walls and sets the branch in it._) Tell me something else that is in the garden? _Travelling Man:_ There are four wells of water in it, that are as clear as glass. _Child:_ Get me down those cups, those flowery cups, we will put them for wells. (_He hands them down._) Now I will make the gates, give me those plates for gates, not those ugly ones, those nice ones at the top. (_He takes them down and they put them on the four sides for gates. The Child gets up and looks at it._) _Travelling Man:_ There now, it is finished. _Child:_ Is it as good as the other garden? How can we go to the Golden Mountain to see the other garden? _Travelling Man:_ We can ride to it. _Child:_ But we have no horse. _Travelling Man:_ This form will be our horse. (_He draws a form out of the corner, and sits down astride on it, putting the child before him._) Now, off we go! (_Sings, the child repeating the refrain_)— Come ride and ride to the garden, Come ride and ride with a will: For the flower comes with the fruit there Beyond a hill and a hill. _Refrain_ Come ride and ride to the garden, Come ride like the March wind; There’s barley there, and water there, And stabling to your mind. _Travelling Man:_ How did you like that ride, little horseman? _Child:_ Go on again! I want another ride! _Travelling Man_ (_sings_)— The Archangels stand in a row there And all the garden bless, The Archangel Axel, Victor the angel Work at the cider press. _Refrain_ Come ride and ride to the garden, &c. _Child:_ We will soon be at the Golden Mountain now. Ride again. Sing another song. _Travelling Man_ (_sings_)— O scent of the broken apples! O shuffling of holy shoes! Beyond a hill and a hill there In the land that no one knows. _Refrain_ Come ride and ride to the garden, &c. _Child:_ Now another ride. _Travelling Man:_ This will be the last. It will be a good ride. (_The mother comes in. She stares for a second, then throws down her basket and snatches up the child._)