There has been death in my garden. Some AUTUMN 

 of the plants that bloomed so bravely are dead. DREAMS 

 But they have confided their seeds to the 

 earth. Life is immortal, though it express itself 

 in forms that "perish as the leaves." God 

 never wastes anything. All the life has risen 

 out of death, and all the death has gone only 

 to be made into life again. 



"Death wages not with Nature's heart a 

 constant strife, 

 But melts that which has served, to 

 mould to higher life." 



There are clues to a perception of nature 

 that strengthens faith in ultimate good. Like 

 Emerson, we may discourse of 



"... the genesis of things, 

 Of tendency through the endless ages, 

 Of star-dust and star-pilgrimages, 

 Of rounded worlds, of space and time, 

 Of the old flood's subsiding slime," 



but as Christians we believe in the Over-soul 

 and the 



"One far-off divine event 

 To which the whole creation moves." 



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