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I shall be busy, though my hands In idleness may stay; I shall be active and well filled With joy this shining day. No fragment of a golden hour Shall drift to barren end; I shall rejoice in holy thought For stranger, foe, and friend.

Truth does not change, No matter where the scene Or time may be. Within the boundless range Of ever-present Love and Life There is no bitter strife, No war-torn land and sea.

Rejoicing in the light which guides my way, And thus beholding God's eternal day, I feel a mighty power which shall endure; I therefore live in quietness—secure. No more shall sorrow grow where healing peace Has brought from pain and sickness sure release.

Oh , turn from error's contemplation; Leave past mistakes and fears behind; With truer, purer consecration Look deep into the perfect Mind. In Mind alone is satisfaction, And healing for all earthly woe; For Mind, the source of every action, Can never pain or discord know.

So after many days the healing came to Job When he prayed for his friends. How much more freedom might we gain If we too prayed, as Jesus prayed, For all mankind; If we forgave our friends and enemies, Saw them as we would have ourselves be seen.

I looked into the east. A mountain rose Majestic, crowned with purest white; But on the instant, as I gazed, it warmed Into a rosy glow, a rich irradiance Which drew all eyes to feast on beauty.

" Ye must be born again," the Master said. And there, on that dark roof top in the East, The wondering Nicodemus heard and mused: How.

As Abram on his age-old search obeyed The inward voice that said, Lift up your eyes, The land within your vision's grasp is yours, So modern wanderers who would be wise Will heed the word that tells their need to be, Not for possessions, but for eyes to see.

The Master came to Gethsemane, Where the trees were gnarled and dim. The night pressed heavily around And stones lay sharp upon the ground, But strength and peace at last he found— An angel talked with him.

Once on a day, As two trod wearily the long highway With faces toward Emmaus set And eyes that looked through tragic doubt to see Some friendly ray shatter the mystery, While yet they walked, A gentle stranger came and with them talked, And suddenly they knew—with hearts aglow Received the very Saviour whom they longed To find, to know. So here, today— When thought steps out beyond the senses' sway, The Father's house appears, the key we hold— Do not our raptured hearts within us burn Just as of old?