The mole, burrowing in our garden beds, 

 knows nothing of the hyacinth beyond the 

 fact that its bulb is sweet and wholesome to his 

 taste. He sees the bottom only and knows not 

 that this bulb is only a kind of starting-point, 

 while the best part of the plant is above 

 ground. So there are people who see and en- 

 joy only the material facts. They do not see 

 "the flower on the spiritual side." For them 

 the garden has no mystic meanings. They do 

 riot hear the voice of God in the cool of the 

 day. The poet's protest must be that of all 

 souls sensitive to the divine touch 



A garden is a lovesome thing, 



God wot, 

 Rose plot, fringed pool, ferned grot, 



The veriest school 

 Of peace, and yet the fool 

 Contends that God is not 

 Not God! In gardens when the eve is cool? 

 Nay, but I have a sign. 

 'Tis very sure God walks in mine. 



