One beautiful summer afternoon I was resting in my garden when suddenly became aware of a strange murmuring all around me—the flowers were talking! The first words I distinguished came from a tall white lily in the eastern border. "It is curious," she remarked, "to see the great variety of…

I said "Life holds at least one perfect joy,A melody earth’s discords cannot quell,A rainbow light athwart the darkest cloud—We are together, therefore all is well." Then suddenly the music broke and ceased,The rainbow faded, joy as swiftly fled,For we were parted; "Can it be," I cried,"That I am living…

"And every winter change to spring." Throughout Nature the large is ever mirrored in the small, and the cycle of the seasons is a manifestation in miniature of the greater cycles—human life, race existence, and even the cosmos itself. Directly the winter solstice is passed our thoughts fly forward to…