Poems

Oh! for one moment just to realize That Love and Truth is Life and All in All! One flesh-free moment knowingly to crawl Outside this man-pieced, mutable disguise Of senses,—fears that chain and tyrannize Our thoughts, our smallest actions, and inthrall The omnipresent Goodness in a stall That's narrowed to the world's delirious guise. Oh! for one moment consciously to wreck The carnal mind, to thwart the senses' might, Cast off the clinging past, and disobey The cynic world; repel its wheedling beck, Receive one glint of omnipresent day Unchangeable; and prove there is no night.

There walked a man, when evening shades grew dim. Down on a lone and melancholy shore.

I have no answer for myself or thee, Save that I learned beside my mother's knee: "All is of God that is, and is to be; And God is good. " Let this suffice us still, Resting in childlike trust upon His will Who moves to His great ends unthwarted by the ill.

Slowly has dawned the day That brings soul's triumph nigh; Calmly the purpose lay Watched of Omniscient Eye: And early to the tomb, Come pilgrims wan with fear. Why breaks not through their gloom The wondrous Light so near? Mighty that stone of Fear That angels roll away, To bring us vision clear Of Resurrection Day.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? — 1 Cor. 15: 55.

Wake and sing! wake and sing! When the day is entering Thro' the open gates of dawn, And the dreary dark is gone! Hail, ye waves of living light Rolling off the clouds of night! Easter morning brightly breaks, Earth in dewy splendor wakes. Thankful sing! thankful sing! Choicest blossoms of the spring Weave in crowns and garlands rare,— Let their incense fill the air.

I am a weary, Mother God, I pray thee take me to thy rest. The call of Fame, the pride of place, The sheen of pageants round about, Are but the unsubstantial dream Of earth's environments.

There is Light above the solar, Though unseen to mortal view, Yet when a secret glimpse is gained, We are conscious it is true. We feel 'tis true, for the Father When His offspring ask for bread Will never mock their trustfulness, Giving them a stone instead.

What is it fills our hearts with joy, The purest joy without alloy, And keeps life free from all annoy? Christian Science. What is it breathing heavenly peace, Bids mortal strivings all to cease, And from pain brings us sweet release? Christian Science.

"I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.