My dream continued:
How does it go exactly? I asked Jesus.
The Lily, white in blossom there, is Chastity, the Violet, with sweet perfume, Humanity,
he crooned.
There you see, I said, that's where I have an issue. This is an old Dutch carol written in 1633. Humanity would not have had a pleasant smell.
You know, you're right! said Jesus. I hadn't thought of that. Perhaps I've been mishearing it all these years. But what else could it be?
I don't know, what does it sound like? How about Humility?
Humility! Yes! The humble Violet! That'll be it. I wonder what it is in Dutch?
And Jesus began humming happily again.
The bonny Damask-rose is known as Patience, The blithe and thrifty Marygold, Obedience...
Obedience! I interjected rudely.
( It was a dream. I'm usually quite polite. )
Now what? he asked.
The Marigold does whatever it likes, at least it does in our garden, I said. How does it represent obedience?
It was named after my mum, explained Jesus. When she was younger, he added.
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