Crumbs swept up . splitting rails, or husking corn,when we are rebuilding our strength, enkin-dling our spirits, quickening our brain, purify-ing our theology, and blessing our souls. Here I stop. The aroma of the gardenalmost bewilders my senses. Flowers seem tome the dividing-line between the physical andthe spiritual. The stamen of the honeysuckleis the alabaster pillar at which the terrestrialand the celestial part and meet. Out of thecup of the water-lily earth and heaven the blessing of larkspur and sweet-williamfall upon all the dwellers in country and town!Let there be some o
Crumbs swept up . splitting rails, or husking corn,when we are rebuilding our strength, enkin-dling our spirits, quickening our brain, purify-ing our theology, and blessing our souls. Here I stop. The aroma of the gardenalmost bewilders my senses. Flowers seem tome the dividing-line between the physical andthe spiritual. The stamen of the honeysuckleis the alabaster pillar at which the terrestrialand the celestial part and meet. Out of thecup of the water-lily earth and heaven the blessing of larkspur and sweet-williamfall upon all the dwellers in country and town!Let there be some one to set a tuft of migno-nette by every sick mans pillow, and plant afuschia in every working-mans yard, and placea geranium in every sewing-girls window, andtwine a cypress about every poor mans , above all, may there come upon us the ii8 OUT-OF-DUORS. blessing of Him whose footsteps the mossesmark, and whose breath is the redolence offlowers I Between these leaves I press thee —O Lily of the Valley!.
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