working simply because it is what we call THE WHITE 

 force? ROSE BUSH 



What does all this struggle for existence 

 everywhere present in nature mean? Is there 

 purpose that justifies and ennobles the strug- 

 gle? Why are we here, and so made that we 

 must ask questions such as these? 



Do we not find here in my garden something 

 prophetic? We see a most wonderful thing — 

 the wonder of perpetual renewal. My plants 

 seem to yield to winter and death. They give 

 up their summer leaves and bury themselves 

 deep in the earth. Some do die, but before 

 they die they confide their seeds to the earth, 

 and behold! when the warm days of spring 

 come, here is my garden all alive again with 

 the flowers that had seemed to die. The rain 

 and the sun and the dew perform their miracles 

 before our eyes. 



We look at the worm that eats the leaf. It 

 is of an ugly shape and condemned to a mean 

 life. It is surrounded by enemies, and man 

 will trample it to death without thought. But 

 follow its history when it escapes such a fate. 

 After a while it spins itself a winding-sheet of 

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