Facing West From California's Shores--Inquiring Tireless Seeking What is Yet Unfound--I A Child Very Old Over Waves Toward the House of Maternity the Land of Migrations Look Afar--Look Off the Shores of My Western Sea the Circle Almost Circled. --Whitman, America. (b) Small panel at right of center: Truth--Witness of the Past Councilor of the Present Guide of the Future.--Cervantes, Spain. (c) Small panel at left of center: In Nature's Infinite Book of Secrecy A Little I Can Read. --Shakespeare, England. (d) Panel at center of attic, west side of the Arch: It is Absolutely Indispensable For the United States to Effect A Passage From the Mexican Gulf to the Pacific Ocean And I Am Certain That They Will Do It--Would That I Might Live to See it But I Shall Not.--Goethe, Germany. (e) Small panel at right of center: The Universe--An Infinite Sphere the Center Everywhere the Circumference Nowhere.--Pascal, France. (f) Small panel at left of center: The World is in its Most Excellent State When Justice is Supreme. --Dante, Italy. VII. The Court of the Ages (Officially called "The Court of Abundance.") An artist's dream in romantic Orientalism--Mullgardt's own title for it - His great "Tower of the Ages"--Mullgardt interprets his architectural masterpiece--Brangwyn's splendid murals, "Earth," "Air," "Fire" and "Water"--The "Fountain of Earth," by Robert Aitken, realism set amidst the romantic. The Court of the Universe is not Oriental, the Court of the Ages is. Not in architecture, but in feeling, in the atmosphere with which the architect has invested it, this court brings to mind those brilliant lands of the Mediterranean touched by the East through the Moors. You pass under its arcades and walk out into a region of the Sun, warm, bright, dazzling. The architect, Louis Christian Mullgardt, has caught the feeling of the South,--not the rank, jungle South of the tropics; nor the mild, rich South of our own Gulf states; but the hard, brilliant, arid South of the desert. This court expresses Arizona, New Mexico, Spain, Algiers,--lands of the Sun. The very flowers of its first gardens were desert blooms, brilliant in hue, on leafless stalks. There are orange trees, but they, also, are trees of the Sun, smooth of leaf, to retain moisture. It is a court, too, of romance. It might be a garden of Allah, with a plaintive Arab flute singing, among the orange trees, of the wars and the hot passions of the desert. It might be a court in Seville or Granada, with guitars tinkling and lace gleaming among the cool arcades. It is a place for dreams.