236 A BOOK ABOUT THE GARDEN. 



But Time pass'd on, in spite of prayer and pleading, 

 Through storm and peril ; but that life might gain 



A peace through strife, all other peace exceeding, 

 Fresh joy from sorrow, and new hope from pain. 



The last and the happiest of my garden thoughts 

 was this : there is but one Belvoir, but every one who 

 admires those lovely beds and slopes, if he has a plot 

 of ground of his own, however small, may reproduce 

 some of its beauty. With a few large stones, arranged 

 as he sees them there, he may have a miniature rock 

 garden " thick inlaid with patens of bright gold," and 

 silver, and glowing gems, which will most surely repay 

 his loving care with an annual exhibition such as no 

 painter in the world can equal. 



