Slender white minarets of the Culver’s root, rising from green towers above the leafy architecture of the woodland undergrowth and reaching toward the light of the sky, told the time of the year as plainly as if a muezzin had appeared on one of its leafy balconies and proclaimed a namaz for the middle of July.  Beholding them from afar, honey bees came on humming wings for the nectar lying deep in their tiny florets.  Eager stamens reached out far beyond the blossoms to brush the bees’ backs with precious freights of pollen to be transported to the stigmas of older flowers.  Playing each its part in the plan of the universe, flower and insect added its mite to the life and the loveliness of the summer.  From the sunshine and the soil-water the long leaves manufactured food for the growth of the plant.  Prettily notched, daintily tapering, and arranged in star-like whorls about the stem, they enhanced the beauty of the flowers above them and attracted the observer to the exquisite order governing their growth.  When the leaves were arranged in whorls of four, the floral spires were quadruple, like the pinnacles on a church tower; if the green towers were hexagonal, then six white minarets pointed to the sky.  The perfect order of the solar system and the majesty of the Mind which planned it, was manifested in this single plant.  So does beauty lead the way to the mountain tops of truth.  By the road of earthly beauty we may always reach religion and truth is ever beckoning us to new and nobler visions.  That “thread of the all-sustaining beauty, which runs through all and doth all unite” gently leads us from the things which are tangible and temporal to the truths which are spiritual and eternal; from the beauty of the concrete to the beauty of the abstract, onward along the road of beauty and farther up the heights of truth until our admiration for the beauty of the sunrise, the snow crystal, the graceful spray of the trees in winter, the exquisite order and harmony of the universe from the orbit of the largest planet to the flow of life in the tiniest leaf, develops into a lasting love for beauty in life and in character; and still farther up the heights into an atmosphere of intelligent, rational, genuine love for the Great First Cause of all beauty.  As the heart opens to receive the beauty of the world, as the mind and soul strive, like the plants, for the highest development, so is the world redeemed from error and crime and the perfection of the race is attained.  If one soul finds this truth more quickly and easily here amid the trees and flowers, for him is the old road greater than religious dogmas or social systems.

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