It is eminently fit that these beautiful flowers, touching the springs of joy and educating the sense of beauty, arranged with such apropriatness by loving and reverent hands, should be about us to-day, filling the chancel and the church with their grateful fragrance. Flowers, the symbols of the fresh, unconsciousness loveliness of children, bloom in field, or garden, or home, or santuary with new attractiveness because the Christ-child has been in the world. Symbols of the purity, the sweetness, the gentleness of mature lives, and of the consummate flowering of heroic self-sacrifice, they speak in their mute eloquence with added power to the heart, because He, the perfect man, lived the life which regenerates and died the death which redeems. But a still richer glory is hidden in the inner meaning of these Easter flowers. They are the symbols of the immortality of the true, the beautiful, the good. They have the bloom and the odor of the Eden of love. We place Easter flowers in wreaths and anchors and crosses and crowns above the still forms of our sainted dead, knowing that as they sleep in Jesus, they shall also live and reign with Him forevermore. by Bishop Fallows
