I went outside very early one morning to pick up a newspaper and heard a bird singing. 

I stood there alone quite some time, listening to its song and trying to see it.  At first, I thought its melody was repeated over and over again, but then I realized that sometimes it added a note or two or dropped a note or two. Suddenly, from the recesses of my mind came the words and tune of a song I often heard when I was young.

“I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses,

And the voice I hear falling on my ear          

The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me and He talks with me

And he tells me I am His own.

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known.

He speaks and the sound of His voice

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing.

And the melody that He gives to me

within my heart is ringing….”

Some of the song’s lyrics stuck with me for days, so I decided to Google it.  It is titled “In The Garden” and was written by Charles Austin Miles in 1912.

I do not know how young I was when I first heard it, but the fact that it had been filed in my brain all these years and came out now while I listened to the bird sing amazed me.

The brain, a fantastic biological computer, storing and releasing files from yester-years, Then and now. How fantastic is that.

Peggy Tarr

Peggy Tarr has been a columnist for the Evanston RoundTable since its founding in 1998. Born in Bruce Springsteen's hometown of Freehold, New Jersey, she graduated from Rutgers University with a degree...