MY GARDEN Nature has what Carlyle calls her "Darks." 



We walk with the mysteries, and should wear 

 sandals. But if man put himself en rapport 

 with nature, he will find the eternal harmonies. 

 He must listen with bowed head if he would 

 hear the Voice that spake in the garden of old. 



It is in such moments that intimations come 

 from afar, and kindly voices tell of kinship 

 and of Fatherhood. 



The Hermosa rose smiles undismayed in the 

 eyes of the frost, and shall not we ? 



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