Through darkest ages past
Slowly the world saw light. Thus still it sees,
And gropingly moves forward towards the goal.
That goal may seem to lie far from our present time—
But still 't is there.
In some bright age the human race
Shall see itself transformed by perfect Love,
And hate shall be no more.
If we but knew that joy is here and now!
The very flowers and birds and stars declare its reign.
T is only clouds of mortal sense
That hide the sun of Love divine
That ever brightly shines
With gloriously transcendent light.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
PROGRESS
From the September 1927 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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