DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



about the germination of the acorn and the laws by 

 which its development has taken place? Can we 

 not follow them step by step, give names to each 

 process, long names too ? We can identify the elements 

 which have combined to build up the texture of wood, 

 fibre, bark and leaf; we are familiar with their pro- 

 perties and the structure of cell and tissue, we can 

 trace the results of a hundred different complicated 

 actions. How great is our knowledge ! and yet, and 

 yet, how small, how little our understanding 

 For we are but of yesterday and know nothing. 

 Have we not in reality to stand aside and just 

 watch the working of never-failing laws, 

 impelled by a cause we do not under- 

 stand? ever progressing onward with 

 an inflexibility of purpose to an un- 

 seen end, framed and planned by a 

 Mind vast, infinite. Laws perfect in 

 action and detail, silent in working. 



Here is no throb of pump to force 

 the life-giving sap along the maze of 

 intricate channels, no erecting scaffold, no 

 snorting engine nor sweeping crane, no noisy 

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