Poems

Too long my foolish gaze was riveted in hopeful expectation at the pool. where passing angel touched and he who chanced to be the first to step into the pool was healed of whatsoever plague he had.

Each star, each world, each ray of light, Pursues its course as God has planned; No false perception interferes. No pretense-power can countermand.

Where night dissolves, and Spirit's cloudless day Breaks forth in radiance; where grace is found; Where heavy stones of rancor do not weigh Upon the honest heart, nor death knells sound Their note; where calm contentment sweeps the skies, And beauty kneels in hushed humility— There let my prayer of gratitude arise, And let my humble cry come unto Thee. Love's bright salvation calls the wanderer From waste lands of despair and loneliness; And Science speaks with mighty deeds to stir The doubting ones who journey shepherdless.

" Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church. " Master, did you call me a rock? I, who have had to search And pray for strength to still the wavering within my heart, As when I walked upon the waves, then felt my faith depart; Or when, denying you, I heard the cock begin to crow, And wept the tears of deep remorse, of bitter shame and woe.

When , striving with a lie of mortal sense. We glimpse in dawn of Truth the lie's surcease And rise in triumph, cutting falsehood's band— This—this is peace.

Wherever there are walls for us to build, Let us, like Nehemiah. learn the way.

While yet I tabernacle here with men, Oh, let me know the precious Christly touch Of him who walked in Galilee. If then I chance to see love needed very much, I shall have sources inexhaustible Of healing joy and power from which to draw.

O harried mortal, look to Love and find The secret place where, earthly clamor stilled, True peace abides. No arrogance can jar, Nor sensuous thought disturb, what God has willed.

I sat with folded hands and prayed to know Some duty to perform, some task to do. The answer came in accents sweet and low: "The fields are white, the harvesters are few; Arise, go forth, and heal the sick, the blind.

Along deserted streets, narrow and dim, A man named Nicodemus came—by night. With questions in his heart that troubled him, He sought the one who said, "I am the light.