yet she has the world's heart for her own. It VOICI 

 must be that she calls to something deep in 

 the common heart of man. Does Dean Hole 

 tell us the truth of it when he says, "If a man 

 would have beautiful roses in his garden, he 

 must have beautiful roses in his heart"? 



And the white Lilies! We cannot think of 

 them without thinking of the Mother who 

 holds a stalk of them as she bends her head to 

 listen to the angel of the Annunciation. I can- 

 not tell what the Madonna Lily says to me; 

 it is enough that I feel it. 



And so I go from flower to flower, and each 

 has something to tell me. I can understand 

 why men have given them such charming 

 names, "the softest in the language." To me 

 every flower that blooms in my garden, every 

 flower that blooms anywhere, is beautiful and 

 full of meaning. I cannot for a moment accept 

 the statement of William Morris that "red 

 geraniums were invented to show that even a 

 flower could be hideous." I could no more 

 think a flower "hideous" than I could think 

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