A Holy Garden

“He went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when evening was come, he was there alone.”  ~ Matt. 14:23

“[Alphonse de] Lamartine speaks in one of his books of a secluded walk in his garden where his mother always spent a certain hour of the day, upon which nobody ever dreamed for a moment of intruding, It was the holy garden of the Lord to her. Poor souls that have no such Beulah land! Seek thy private chamber, Jesus says. It is in the solitude that we catch the mystic notes that issue from the soul of things.”

Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman – Streams in the Desert

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