148 
Gardeners and Florists’ Annual for 1918 
FLOWERS 
i $ $ ¥ 
T700D and raiment are for tKe body, but 
X flowers! flowers are for botb body and soul. 
^^ben my lips are palsied by great emotions 
— love, gladness, sorrow, death — and tbe words 
I would write come not, then 1 send soul- 
messengers — flowers. 
\Vben 1 look upon a rose, all nightmares of 
atheism vanish; when 1 inhale the rare perfume 
of violets. I bow to the Master Chemist; when 
my pencil tries to trace the graceful flutings of 
the morning-glory, or my brush match the 
exquisite colorblendings of the humble pansy. 1 
reverently acknowledge the High Hand of Art. 
Some days, when I am in perfect atAne with 
the Creator-God, 1 know 1 hear melodies, 
strangely sweet, amongst my flowers, and songs 
—songs like the morning stars must have sung 
together at the birth of Him — Xhe Rose of 
Sharon. 
V^ithout flowers my body could live, but I 
know my soul would starve. 
-WILL P SNYDER 
