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Hushed is the earth! The miracle of morn Unfolds with splendor; radiant loveliness Welcomes with silent praise the day newborn— And bird note blends with east wind's soft caress. Faint beams of light the crimson clouds pierce through; The stars, those quiet watchmen of the night, Withdraw, ere sunshine sweeps the skies of blue And bathes the universe in glorious light.
Hark! Hear the song from grateful hearts upspringing! Praise, praise to God the multitude is singing, To heavenly harmony men's thoughts are winging, With joyous gratitude life's work is ringing, While "on earth peace" the living prayer is bringing.
The lark is mute the while it feels the earth, But, with its upward winging, Its voice, as though released to instant birth, Pours out in raptured singing! Heed thou the lesson by this action taught, Thou, who wouldst fain be springing Free from the fetters earth for thee hath wrought: Think heavenward, and start singing!
Ah, how sweet the message falls On listening hearts; like glad resounding walls They echo it. The voice forever calls: Arise! Employ your waiting eager hands, And quickly follow His all-wise demands.
Be not afraid! The living God ordains A place and work for you. reflecting Him; Truth frees you from all penalties and pains Of evil's seeming law, or mortal whim.
"Take now thy son,.
A glorious message bravely brought, Was carried on the wings of thought By one who from a couch of pain Christ had restored to health again. And through the pages of a book* This gentle Christian woman took Her message to the famished thought, Which hungered for the truth she brought.
We see the mountain, fair in morning sunlight, The grassy slopes where eager people throng That they may hear from purest lips God's message, And find the truth for which they seek and long. And there, amid the gently swaying lilies, Stands forth the Christly presence, full of grace, Giving to all those rules for holy living, If they, like him, would see the Father's face.
Oh , the beauty and the splendor Of the wondrous works of God, Truth revealing Love's pure healing From the fears and pains of sense, From the dark clouds, drear and dense. How it calms the thought of sorrow, Of all strifes and sins and woes; Of that dread of the to-morrow— One of mortals' worst of foes! From the false sense of creation We must turn to Love divine; There we see our true relation To our Father-Mother, Mind.
There was a time when I was all alone, and days were drear; When thoughts of self had bound my hands, and filled my heart with fear; So far seemed God away, 't were vain to pray that He would guide While I was sore afraid, nor knew that He was at my side. There came a day, while yet I seemed alone, I heard a voice; I knew not whence it came, I only knew it said: Rejoice; Away with every thought of self, and do some kindly deed, And joy to share if but a crust, to meet another's need! Love's voice it was I heard, 't was He that came and took my hand, And gave me strength to bear, and vision clear to understand That joy is just love's ripening grain, the precious priceless seeds Maturing in the human heart through tender, selfless deeds.