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GOD'S MESSENGER

God held thy hand; and thou didst reach to me Thine other as I stumbled, tenderly Lifting me to the mount where thou didst stand; And now I, too, can grasp the Father's hand. God smiled on thee; thy countenance did show The joy which comes to those who Love's smile know; I listened to thy songs of praise a while; And now I, too, can see my Father's smile.

REALITY

There is no sorrow, though our tears are falling, There is no malice where we see the frown; No terrors lurk where darkness seems appalling, No poverty, though human hopes be flown. There is no death, though many a heart is aching; Love waits triumphant at each mourner's side, And in the seeming gloom is gently breaking The glorious truth which earth can no more hide.

AWAKENING

No more I pray for worldly things, For gold, or fame, or mortal ken; I pray for light of Truth, which brings The richest blessings unto men. No more I pray tn be content With false ideals, as of yore; I pray that now I may present A higher selfhood than before.

DOMINION

Look up when the dark skies lower; Climb high when the road is steep, When evil would have thee cower, And the waters of sin run deep. Fear not, for Love's arm victorious Hath never forsaken thee, And thou in God's image, glorious, Hath gotten the victory.

THE VALLEY AND THE MOUNT

Oh , we long for a glimpse of the still white heights, Where Love alone doth reign; Where good, as a law, gives man his rights, And sorrow hath ceased, and pain. And desire is rife to remain thereon.

A PRAYER

Dear Father-Mother God, help me in grace to grow, To follow in Thy wond'rous way and only good to know, To feel Thy loving presence near To heal all doubt and still all fear; Oh, make the path before me clear. Dear Father-Mother God.

MAN

Thou art all pure and perfect, child of light Thine is a peace more calm than fields dew gray And lightly shadow-flecked at dawn. Thy way Lies straight and safe.

PROTECTION

They say that I am sick. But 'tis not they who speak,— Tis but the cry of mortal mind, Voicing error of its kind; God is my strength, in Him I live.

WISDOM'S COMMAND

" Sing unto the Lord a new song!" But why should my song be new? All my songs, the past years. Used through triumph and through tears, Have been as a friend proved true.

TO THE REMNANT

Out of the dust of conflict, out of fear, Out of the scorn and the reproach of men, Out of long wrestling in the watches drear To Israel the Word is come again. God is gone up unto His threshing floor.