‘Tis where the apple blossoms glory is scattered all around, and our God sends fruitful sweetness when they fall upon the ground; where the fuchsias and the lilacs intoxicate the bees, with laburnum’s golden garlands gently swaying in the breeze. That old garden full of memories ever filled my mind with peace – the peace of labour and peace of beauty when it blossomed – though on short lease. There I went when I was troubled there I brought my problems too and though often I found no answer still it’s peace came seeping through…. And my heart was calmed with balm and my mind refreshed anew.