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Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light. —Ephesians, 5:14.
Dread , superstition, ignorance, strife; Years of darkness and waste of life, Sudden—a ray of Light broke through, Lighting and guiding the world anew. — W.
If I should say, Now I will think a thought, Lo! I must wait, unknowing What thought in me is growing, Until the thing to birth is brought; Nor know I then what next will come From out the gulf of silence dumb; I am the door the thing did find To pass into the General Mind; I cannot say I think— I only stand upon the thought-well's brink; From darkness to the sun the water bubbles up— I lift it in my cup. Thou only thinkest—I am thought; Me and my thought Thou thinkest, naught Am I but as a fountain spout From which Thy water welleth out.
No longer to a future Heaven, In a far-off, unknown land, I turn my eager, longing gaze; For Heaven is close at hand. It lies about me everywhere, This realm of harmony; It is the consciousness of Love, Which Truth unfolds to me; And every truthful word and deed.
A Woman climbed the mountain's crest, Her footsteps firm but slow, And resting on a great Rock's breast She views the World below. Life's river, flowing smooth and bright, Spreads out before her view; Its waters deep reflect the light Of Heaven's holy hue.
No age, my sister. See! the "age-abiding," The steadfast, the unerring, the I Am, If led by Him, our feet can know no sliding, Our days be always blessed days of calm.
The signal for retreat has come at last, The flight of night begins, The raging Tempest hurries every cloud To mass itself before the rays of light To stay the coming day. The Sun, unconscious of the Darkness And its struggle for supremacy, Appears, and by His presence rules.
The heavens declare thy glory! Father, God, With reverent heart I stand and look toward The starry heights where Thou hast written wide Thy name. And though conception faint, and fail To grasp the boundless meaning of the view, Mine ear, with earthly discords less assailed, Catches the soft, still music, to whose rhythm Those stars like myriad censers swing; from whose Eternal fires ascends incense of praise.
The morn of life has battled down the gloom, And selfish night yields treasures to the day, Giving to hung' ring hearts an earth-wide room, Whose beauties love alone can well portray. To whom owe we this blest unfolding hour? Through whom have we this great deliverance gained? Through whom know Love, the only Power, Save her whom God through Christ hath well ordained? We touch our lips to silence when we think Of all we owe, yet never can repay, And gratefully we take the cup and drink The old, yet new-known, Life, and Truth, and Way.
I cannot eat but little meat, By microbes it is spoiled; And sure I think I cannot drink, Save water that is boiled; And I'll endure low temperature, Since by the doctors told That to live long and keep us strong ’Tis better to be cold. So let bacteria scourge and scare, With ailments manifold, To do us good we'll eat no food, And keep our bodies cold.