When the first experiments upon the tulips and wild asters were
undertaken, some said that it was a sin, because if God had
wanted tulips to be double and have different colors, God would
have made them that way. But scientists in Holland, and Burbank
in California, and a thousand others, are standing over the
grains and whispering, “Ye must be born again.” The scientist
has touched the wild aster, and it has become the chrysanthemum.
He has touched the black tulip, and it has become a flower of
many hues and quadruple size. He has whispered to the little
field-daisy, and it has become the Shasta daisy, that waves in
the fields like a bunch of women’s hats. He has touched the wild
sloe, and it has become a luscious plum. He has touched a bitter
orange, and, lo! it has lost its seed, doubled its sweetness and
quadrupled its size. And to-day the whole world is on tiptoe of
expectancy.
There is no new fruit or flower that is not possible, for
the horizons have been pulled down. A great, wide vista of
possibility opens up. The berries, the vegetables, the fruits,
the grains, must all be born again. Now all this is only
a revelation of what is possible for the soul.--N. D.
HILLIS.
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