^e THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN 



Calthrop writes: " So may trees be a solace in 

 trouble, and secrets may be whispered to bushes of 

 rosemary and lavender, who will yield their secret 

 solace of peace, as the tree yields strength. All 

 these things are written in a garden in coloured 

 letters of gold, and green, and crimson, in blue and 

 purple, orange and grey, and they are written for a 

 purpose. And a man may seek diligently for the 

 secret of this great book, and find nothing if he 

 seek with his head alone. He will tell of the 

 growth of trees, their years, their nature, their 

 sickness. 



" He will learn of the power of the sap which flows 

 down from the tips of leaves to the great roots all 

 snug in the soil; and he will learn of the veins in the 

 leaves, and the properties of the gum of the bark, 

 yet will he never learn that of which the tree speaks 

 always, night and day — praising. The sky and the 

 sea are blue, and they are things of mystery, deep 

 and profound, and because of their depth and 

 profundity they are blue. The grass and the trees, 

 and the leaves of flowers are green. They are 

 mysterious things, but they are nearer to man, and 

 he has them to his hand to be near them, and get 

 quick comfort of them. 



*' In this way can man regard the trees in his 

 garden, and speak with them, loving them, and 

 learning of them. And he may yet be an ordinary 

 man, not poet or artist, but he must be mystic 

 because he has the true sight. Many a man, stock- 

 broker, clerk, painter, labourer, soldier, or whatever 

 he seems to be, has his real being in these moments, 

 and they are revealed through love or sorrow, but 

 not by hard learning or text-books." 



