MY GARDEN There is a feeling that there is a secret which 

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we nave lost, and that it is to be relound in 



nature. This feeling points in the right direc- 

 tion. The artificiality of our lives has deadened 

 us to a true appreciation of nature and of the 

 health of body and of mind which nature 

 fosters. "We have no ears for the whisper of 

 the flower, the cloud's message, the star's song. 

 The din of our civilization makes it hard to 

 hear the pulsing of the universe. The roofs 

 that hem us in shut«off from our eyes the love- 

 liness of the skies." We need to recover a sense 

 of our kinship with nature, and draw more life 

 from her bosom. We need to find again the 

 lost secret. 



How are we to find it? There are those who 

 say that "to know the secret of nature," and 

 so the secret of peace, "you must become an 

 obedient part of it." 



If that be true, why not act upon Rousseau's 

 philosophy and go back to pure untamed 

 nature? 



The fatal mistake in so doing would be that 

 of overstatement. To go back to untamed 

 nature would mean for man such an overstate- 



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