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FLORAL.
MY MORNING GLORIES.
Doubtless we all have a great respect for our mother Eve, whom a well known
author, in utter defiance of Blair or Murray, has called the "fairest of all her
daughters," but it may be we have felt at times that but for her early
experiments in pomology, our lives would have been very different from what they
are, and that cooks and cook-books would have been unnecessary; that we should
have roamed, at our own sweet will, among lovely flowers and odorous shrubs,
satisfying our hunger with fruits, fresh and perfect, right from God's own hand,
never suffering pain or sorrow, reposing when weary on soft couches of moss and
fragrant flowers, lulled to slumber by the sweet songs of birds and the soft
rustling of leaves above our heads, and awakening refreshed to new pleasures and
enjoyments in this blissful Arcadian life, which would have gone on forever. And
this train of thought came into my mind this morning from seeing a lovely
morning-glory vine adorning the plain fence which surrounds my garden,
glorifying it with its bewitching grace and brilliant color, illuminating the
whole landscape, giving sweet thoughts to the working man as he goes forth to
his toil, lighting up with pleasure the faces of the little children as they
pass along to school, and warming and brightening wonderfully the heart of the
careworn, anxious mother with recollections of her merry girlhood time, when her
precious mother took the responsibilities of housekeeping, and she sang merrily
as she trained the vines and arranged the vases and bouquets, to make the dear
home bright and beautiful. And as I admire the freshness of the new-made
blossoms, I wonder if Eve had any thing in Eden more lovely and delicate, and if
she, surrounded by a wealth and luxuriance of flowers, with Adam to dress and
train them for her, appreciated them as much, or looked upon them as lovingly as
we do our floral beauties, for which we labor and toil. I can hardly believe she
did, and thinking it all over, it seems to me that it is our duty and should
make a large part of our enjoyment to cultivate these beautiful vines which grow
so readily and reward us so well, in greater profusion so that all who pass by
them on their way to daily toil, may inhale large draughts of pleasure from
their coronets of many-colored blossoms, arrayed in such wondrous beauty as far
surpasses Solomon in all his glory, and may be led by their silent unintrusive
teachings to thank God for His beautiful gifts, and to love Him sincerely
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