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looks nicely and everything doubly grateful, 

 and the birds as if acting mediators dispense the 

 cheeriest of songs. What we most long to do 

 is what God intends us to do, and we must force 

 the doors that are ajar and enter and find our 

 place. 



This blossoming of our garden in springtime 

 is endless in its surprises. The dull stalk or twig, 

 so unlike beauty and fragrance, seems so utter- 

 ly dead and useless, but let the warm breath 

 of the South come and breathe into them and 

 about them and the genial showers moisten 

 them, and the sunshine play through them and 

 coax them, forthwith there is a heavenly 

 thought upspringing from a dull and musty 

 form, and a strange coming forth of life. These 

 early spring days we fairly live out of doors, 

 oblivious of tan and dirt and work, watching 

 closely every plant and tree, though we know 

 just what is coming into life, but none the less 

 it is a miracle of beauty and grace. These 

 transformations of dull brown things into a 

 delicacy of look and sweetness of flavor makes 

 the Divine Transfiguration so natural and easy 

 of acceptance. Our garden is the story and 

 picture of life, prophetic of coming life. So 

 that "it doth not yet appear what we shall be 

 but we know that when He shall appear, we 



