The Garden That Is Different 
OOD GARDENS are made only with strong, 
vigorous plants. These we offer at HILDEMERE. 
Advice as to selection and culture freely given. 
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Today I had an understanding hour 
Wherein I saw, as with new gift of power, 
The lovely opening petals of a flower. 
Fragrance and form and hue combine and cling 
Around its golden-stamened wedding ring, 
Wherefrom shall many another flower spring. 
Men harbor thoughts of death and doom; 
But I can never wholly yield to gloom, 
Watching gay flowers in generations bloom. 
Today, by wonder of the flower taught, 
Bright vision through a child’s clear eyes I caught: 
The lovelier opening petals of a thought. 
Color and form can hold but for a space 
A blossom’s contour, or a thoughtful face; 
Then these escape into some freer place. 
Many there are who mourn that we must go, 
That flowers must fade. I am not troubled so, 
Watching high thoughts through generations grow. 
So do I share infinities of power; 
So do I live in hope’s immortal hour; 
So have I seen all beauty in a flower. 
Jessie GipLEY CARTER 
