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some other cases that I cannot understand, the 

 ancient wisdom of the world. Only great or 

 rash souls willingly become heretics and trample 

 on the authority of ages. 



But my garden in the main is to my modern 

 unsophisticated nose like the Spice Islands of 

 the Pacific Ocean. Even the fresh-turned soil 

 in spring, before a seed has germinated or a 

 bud swollen, has a wholesome, grateful odor ; 

 and soon the reviving grass in the lawn, the 

 opening of fragrant buds, and modest violets 

 like timid blue eyes shyly watching you, the 

 glowing crocus and wax-like hyacinths, and 

 many others, all combine to fill Nature's censer 

 that April winds swing to and fro. And if 

 there is a piney grove near by, from which 

 motherwort, anemones, and trailing arbutus 

 can breathe their spirit into the floral service, 

 with vhich the praise of the season opens, 

 may I be there to worship also ! 



