Questions & Answers
When thought is pure it rings as true As faithful friend and honor do. Like music clear in ocean shells; Like innocence, in children dwells; With utter charm forever new.
The nature of the gift that Abel offered Through God's approval stands revealed as good; And, since Love knoweth no respect of persons, Cain could have won praise also, if he would. Had he, in preparation for his giving, Put selfless love and pure devotion first, He had not listened to that envious hatred Which stained his record with a deed accursed.
Oh , lift the dimness from my eyes, That more of loveliness I see; May I discern the good that lies In all the years that are to be. And though a host, to my dismay, Encamp around me, I desire No mortal aid, but only pray To see the chariots of fire.
Good news is published. Now to every land The Christian message carries health and cheer, For universal freedom draweth near — Salvation's greatest gift, the globe has spanned! May all who read arise to greet the dawn Of understanding—wake to brotherhood — To find in Love's dear father-motherhood, A faith on which to lean, a hope newborn.
If we have a loving thought, Let us share it With our brother, who may be Deep in grief we cannot see. Thus may we, unknowingly, Help him lose it.
Since God is All, And God is Mind, All-powerful, and all-loving, and all-kind, Then mortal thinking only seems to be; And as a child of God I can go free, And joyfully partake of His great store, Knowing that fear and doubt can nevermore Appear to hold me bound, For now I see, God is my Life— This is enough for me.
To one like Jacob wrestling at Peniel, Besieged by grief and fear and bitter pain, Yet meeting error's thrusts with brave denial, An angel message brought the light again. "Child, dear to Love, He sees thy brave endeavor; Thy prayer for strength to do His will He hears.
He taught with great simplicity of word Amidst the neighboring fields of waving corn; And every earnest follower who heard, Went quietly away, a man newborn. Serene he walked where stormy billows flung Themselves upon the shores of Galilee, Unloosed with stern rebuke the stammering tongue, And caused the worldly blinded eyes to see.
Let us be slow to speak, Unless we first shall pray That Truth may govern speech And guide our deeds to-day. So, keeping close to truth, To patience, and to love, We may more justly judge, Nor wandering thought shall rove.
My life seemed narrow when I walked alone With little treasure I could call my own; Now life is full, since I have learned to know Love walks beside me, wheresoe'er I go.