Gardening Imparts An Organic Perspective On The

How Sweet, How Passing Sweet, Is Solitude! But Grant Me Still A Friend In My Retreat, Whom I May Whisper, Solitude Is Sweet.

The Spirit Breathes Upon The Word And Brings The Truth To Sight.

This Cabin, Mary, In My Sight Appears, Built As It Has Been In Our Waning Years, A Rest Afforded To Our Weary Feet, Preliminary To - The Last Retreat.

We Are Never More In Danger Than When We Think Ourselves Most Secure, Nor In Reality More Secure Than When We Seem To Be Most In Danger.

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.