• The soul of a true christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year; low and humble on the ground, opening its bosom
    to receive the pleasant beams of the sun’s glory; rejoicing, as it were, in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly, in the midst of other
    flowers round about; all in like manner opening their bosoms to drink in the light of the sun.

    Jonathan Edwards, Sereno Edwards Dwight, Edward Hickman (1835). “The works of Jonathan Edwards”, p.12