He teaches us many things.
THE TRINITY FLOWER.
A LEGEND.
"Break forth, my lips, in praise, and own The wiser love severely kind: Since, richer for its chastening grown, I see, whereas I once was blind." _The Clear Vision_, J.G.

WHITTIER.
In days of yore there was once a certain hermit, who dwelt in a cell, which he had fashioned for himself from a natural cave in the side of a hill.
Now this hermit had a great love for flowers, and was moreover learned in the virtues of herbs, and in that great mystery of healing which lies hidden among the green things of GOD.

And so it came to pass that the country people from all parts came to him for the simples which grew in the little garden which he had made before his cell.

And as his fame spread, and more people came to him, he added more and more to the plat which he had reclaimed from the waste land around.
But after many years there came a Spring when the colours of the flowers seemed paler to the hermit than they used to be; and as Summer drew on, their shapes became indistinct, and he mistook one plant for another; and when Autumn came, he told them by their various scents, and by their form, rather than by sight; and when the flowers were gone, and Winter had come, the hermit was quite blind.
Now in the hamlet below there lived a boy who had become known to the hermit on this manner.

On the edge of the hermit's garden there grew two crab trees, from the fruit of which he made every year a certain confection, which was very grateful to the sick.