Some little time ago the writer received a letter from a friend, who said she wished to form a "garden of friendship," in which all her friends were to be represented, and requesting her to send a flower or plant of some kind. Each friend was left free to send the flower of her choice, that there might be an almost unending variety to please and to charm. It has not yet been the privilege of the writer to see that garden, but she has many times thought of it and mentally pictured it. What a profusion of beauty would be there! What wealth of form and color, what sweet fragrance would greet the approach of a visitor.

The beauty and pleasure of such a garden as this would, however, be incomplete if the work of the gardener had been neglected in either its preparation or care. The ground would need careful digging, much useless rubbish would have to be removed before the flowers could be planted, and a vigilant watch must be kept to prevent the intrusion of weeds which might usurp the place of the flowers. The gardener has indeed much work to do, and it must be faithfully done in order that the plants under his care may receive the full blessing of sun and shower.

What garden may we as Christian Scientists prepare and tend, to remind us of that greatest of all friends, our loving Father? Surely we may call this a garden of love, and in this garden (our own consciousness) we may strive to collect all those sweet flowers of thought which will speak for the presence of our Father. The ground must be carefully prepared; all hard thoughts, selfish hopes, impure desires, material cares must be uprooted, that our consciousness may be fresh and clear and pure; every thought must be watched, lest the weeds of error spring up and choke the tender seed of Truth.

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March 5, 1910

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