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Show ! DR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE j e Bit DR. JAMES I VAN l What a pageant of glory the flowers flow-ers put on cery spring! Noi them a the parade gocn by First come the crocus anrl the daffodils, and then the stately hyacinths and ardent tulips arid blue-eyed violets: and then the roses own the earth, the peonies, the flair?), the lilies and petunias, the zinnias and the marigolds, and titan, a summer fade:-. the genti.m itnl .1 ters. until at last the goldcnrod telle us the season Is over. Thus the flowers hove been comlnu since earth first had a garden. Not a sprlnsr has failed, not a flower has been disappointed, not .i blossom but found It was expected. The flowed are saying that there Is someone hark of all the processes of nature who can be trusted Suppose God hail grown no blossoms blos-soms in Tils garden, what a lame. dull, brown world II WOUld be! He Is a great artist who colors a rose and paints Ihe buttercup llow dot he mix his colors and produce bis llnf ! What a brush Is Ins who paints all this glory on the world! The flowers erS Baying that God wants the earth 10 be beautiful The same flowers come back to US. 1 A tulip never makes a violet, a dahlia never slips Into a rose. The flowere sleep through winter and waken with the first caress of spring, but they are themselves when they waken. They 'return In all the lints anrl fashions nnd odors that we knew Nature j never betrays a confidence. It never I goes to sleep on duty. The spring 'flowers look up Into our faces mm Isay: "If God does this for us, surely I He will not do less for you!" And tho heart replies. "This mortal Shall put on Immortality." Tho flowers keep coming every spring, saying: "Winter Is gone.'" It i is us though they would say that wln-tST wln-tST cannot be permanent. Some time it will go nver to come back Life shell have the victory, and llfo that 'cannot bo kept in a gruxo will some 'day conquer death ami abolish the grave. The roses arc saying: "There , Is a land where the toses never fade." I I lope does not lie to us. Some reason spring will stay, for there Is a roun- .tiy where "Sorrow will no more blight 'our Joy," nor "Our hopes fall like leaves before the blast." |