ing will not remain a bud. It must needs burst, 

 for the life within it is so abundant that it 

 can no longer contain it all, but in blossomed 

 brightness and swimming fragrance must let 

 forth its joy and gladden all the air. To bloom 

 is the law of its life, and should the bud refuse 

 to expand, itwould quickly rot at heart and die. 

 The heart that refuses to give will as surely 

 wither and die. 



My garden teaches me another lesson with- 

 out which in all service of man our feet would 

 falter and our hands hang down. It teaches me 

 hope for my kind. The growing cactus is not 

 a thing of beauty, but see it when covered with 

 bloom. It is a blaze of light, glorious among 

 flowers. Things human are not always beauti- 

 ful. There are ugly lives, but shall we not 

 have confidence in a possible bloom, beautiful 

 and good ? 



The plants in my garden all show a capacity 

 for culture. All these beauties have come from 

 the one original rudimentary form of plant life. 

 And what marvels of beauty there are in our 



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