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Eternal Science, pure, divine, Our waking hope looks up to thee. Thy healing light, with power benign, Falls on our eyes, and lo! we see.
Dost thou through matter hope to gain The bliss that only Love can give? O friend, thy labor is in vain: Awaken thou, and learn to live! The broad expanse of Love's blue skies Awaits each upward soaring heart: O'er mist of worldly purpose rise, From error's dark illusions part! For Truth thy lasting strength shall be, Thy joy and hope, thy fountain pure; And all that erring sense doth see Give place to all that shall endure. Truth gives no scanty recompense To yield the false, accept the true: None would e'er cling to dreams of sense If e'en a glimpse of Truth he knew.
With thunderings, smoke, and leaping flame, The Mosaic law on Mount Sinai came; And all the tribes, of Abraham begot, Trembled and feared before God's "Thou shalt not. " When, heralded by star and angel song, The gentle Jesus taught the silent throng, Their stony hearts were melted as they saw That "love is the fulfilling of the law.
Oh, the morn is bright and the song is gay That flows from each tuneful throat, While the storms and snows of yesterday Are forgot in the birds' clear note; And joyous the song each heart may sing That sees God's love in everything. Oh, life is sweet, now the way looks clear And each day in gladness breaks; For the dream-clouds melt with their ghosts of fear As each to the truth awakes, Singing the song that all may sing Who see Love mirrored in everything.
Fresh and green from the rotting roots Of primal forest the young growth shoots; From the death of the old the new proceeds, And the life of truth from the rot of creeds: On the ladder of God, which upward leads, The steps of progress are human needs. For His judgments still are a mighty deep, And the eyes of His providence never sleep: When the night is darkest He gives the morn; When the famine is sorest, the wine and corn! Whittier.
When I have bowed my every thought to Thine, When I can see with inner light divine That all Thou art is here and now and mine,— Then I am free. When I above all sin and passion rise, And thought with Thee is raised unto the skies, And trustingly my hand within Thine lies,— Then I am free.
O thou bereft, and brooding o'er the past, Today the Christ is calling tenderly: Here in the present all of good thou hast,— Naught can be lost that Love hath given thee. The words, "I will not leave you comfortless," Fulfilment bring, from sorrow setteth free.
' Tis but a little while, and I shall know Whereto Thy gentle hand is leading me. With joyous, willing footsteps I shall go To meet each task, for there I shall meet Thee.
A king of ancient day once fell asleep, And in his dream was told that 'neath a steep Of towering earth there was a wondrous stone, More rare indeed than king had ever known. And if this hidden gem so rich in wealth He fain would find, that go he must in stealth And dig deep down with all his might and main.
The summer's gentle breeze has given place To the triumphant winter's blustering blast. With darkening clouds the sky is overcast, That hide from view the sun's benignant face, And faded all the summer's tender grace Before the winter's devastation vast.