there regained mental balance when great sor- 



, , 6 . GARDEN 



row had come to them. 



What it is that in the quiet of the garden 

 ministers to the soul is not a matter of doubt 

 with those who have found peace and serenity 

 there. It is something mystical that draws us 

 nearer to those realities which in our deepest 

 moments we know are the realities of greatest 

 moment to us, but which, in the rush and 

 struggle of life, are so apt to fade from our 

 vision. For it is in the silenceof the garden that 

 its ministries are most real to us at night, 

 when the moonlight throws its soft veil over 

 the sleeping flowers, or in the early morning, 



Then to come, in spite of sorrow, 

 And at our window bid good morrow, 

 Through the sweet-brier or the vine, 

 Or the twisted eglantine. 



It is then that we most feel the beauty of all 

 things that God has made, and find in all the 

 divine spirit of love. 



I have said that the garden is something 

 apart. It is a small part of nature brought 

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