For every reason, therefore, let us cherish our love of God’s 
Flowers, and strive to drink in the countless influences which 
they may bring to bear upon us. He misses much who passes 
through life with eyes and ears closed to the sweet lessons of 
Nature. “There is many a road into our hearts,” says 
Kingsley, “ besides our ears and brains : many a sight and sound 
“ and scent, of which we have never thought at all, sinks into 
“ our memory and helps to shape our character; and thus 
“ children brought up among beautiful sights will often show the 
“fruit of their training in fair faces and noble thoughts.” 
And if there is this subtle sympathy between the beauties of 
Nature and man’s natural frame, surely the spiritual affinities are 
no less real. Every Flower that blows may have a voice to him 
who has ears to hear, and a revelation of eternal verities to him 
who has eyes to see. 
“ Every leaf in every nook, 
Every wave in every brook. 
Chanting with a solemn voice, 
Minds us of our better choice.” 
It only needs that we should “ lift up our hearts,” and pray with 
the Christian poet, 
“ Thou who hast given me eyes to see, 
And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
And read Thee everywhere.” 
REV. CANON BRAMALD. 
