As the days have lengthened from spring to summer, I spend many pleasant hours in my garden, and learn many a beautiful lesson therefrom; for are we not all gardeners setting in order this garden called the human mind, striving so to till and cultivate the soil that the fruits of Love may be made manifest?
If thou desirest true contrition of heart, enter into thy secret chamber, and shut out the tumults of the world, as it is written, "Commune with your own heart, and in your chamber, and be still.
