Go back to thy garden plot, sweetheart!
Go back till the evening falls!
And bind thy lilies and train thy vines,
Till for thee the Master calls.
Go make thy garden fair as thou canst,
Thou workest never alone;
Perchance he whose plot is next to thine
Will see it and mend his own.
God must love flowers, for He has strewn the earth with them. Everywhere they grow – not only in the garden and conservatory, where they are cultivated by human hands, but in the fields, in the meadows, in the forests, on the mountains, in deep canyons, along water courses, in all out of the way places, where no gardener cares for them. Flowers growing everywhere in their season, in such profusion, tell us that God loves beauty. They tell us also of His loving thought for us, His children, in so adorning the earth which He has made to be our home. He might have made it a desert, bleak and bare, without beauty to charm our eyes; but instead He has spread loveliness everywhere.
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