200 GARDENING B Y MYSELF. 



such a full burst of life. But the bulbs once 

 planted, lying inches deep beyond the sun- 

 light, lie still and give no sign. The labels 

 set here and there in the fresh smooth earth, 

 might each one bear the inscription : " Wait." 

 How long? And whose eyes shall sec 

 the bed in its glory, when the winter is 

 over and gone ? We know not. And so as 

 I plant my bulbs, planning and mapping 

 out, laying them carefull}^ each in its place, 

 there come through my heart these words: 

 ''Who shall live when God doeth this?" 

 I cannot tell. But of that other resurrec- 

 tion I know ; though the waiting be long 

 and desolate and wintry ; I shall not miss 

 the glory of that spring. " For them which 

 sleep in Jesus will God bring with him." 



