MY GARDEN We are hushed by the stars. We are under 

 OF DREAMS the speU of the great spaces . 



"High mysteries of Heaven 

 Divinely touch us in the great star-blaze. ,, 



The "charmed stillness" of the night brings 

 thoughts for which there is no time at midday. 

 There is an evening which brings thoughts for 

 which middle life has no time. We must have 

 left youth behind to come to an understanding 

 of things like these. We must come out of the 

 day, and 



"In green old gardens hidden away 

 From sight of revel, or sound of strife," 



learn the deeper things. 



There is a helpful ministry of the night. 



To know what night does for the flowers, 

 go into your garden in the early morning — 

 the misty half-hour before sunrise. How cool, 

 how silvery white-and-green, how fresh and 

 sweet, all things are ! Every little leaf has been 

 refreshed in the darkness and has its drop of 

 dew as an offering to the returning day. Even 

 the old trees look almost young again. 



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