And think of the cleansing influence of all this.  Light and air and labor—­these are the medicines not of the body only, but of the soul.  It is not ponderable things alone that are found in gardens, but the great wonder of life, the peace of nature, the influences of sunsets and seasons and of all the intangible things to which we can give no name, not because they are small, but because they are outside the compass of our speech.  The God that dwells in gardens is sufficient for all our needs—­let the theologians say what they will.

“’Not God! in gardens?  When the eve is cool? 
Nay, but I have a sign—­
‘Tis very sure—­God walks in mine.’”