modest crimson tipped flower" the more be- 



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cause the eye or Burns dwelt so lovingly upon 



it? 



Who would not cherish with tenderness a 

 plant from "Mother's garden" of long ago? 

 Of all the flowers that bloom in my garden 

 none is to me so sweet as the Madonna Lily 

 and the old "Giant of Battles" rose my 

 Mother's favorites. How much closer would 

 the association be if the plants themselves 

 could have been brought to my garden from 

 that which the Mother tended, but that could 

 not be, for the hand of time has long since 

 brought great change to the old home garden. 



One lover of gardens has a son in far-off 

 China, who, before leaving his home, built a 

 pergola in the rectory garden. That pergola 

 is now covered with Chinese vines, and 

 about it are grouped fine specimens of oriental 

 shrubbery, planted there in honor of his work 

 so far from those who love him best. Does not 

 the sentiment which prompted the planting 

 and nurture of those plants add a spiritual qual- 

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