Questions & Answers
Jealousy is dangerous selfishness. The heart writes its lines on the face.
HE whom now the Son makes free, No more in sorrow bowed shall be; For now our Master makes it plain, That joy, no sorrow can contain. The Harmony to earth thus brought, From no material source is sought; For matter's claims denied must be, Before the Son can make us free.
The liquid notes of harmony From Nature's feathered choir; The softened hues of eve; the brilliant morn; The sweet caressing winds, spiced with the breath of bloom; The whispering leaves; the nodding pendant boughs; The glowing sky; the snow white isles of feathery down; The waving fields; the silvery, rippling lake; The river winding to the sea; the hills, Sun-kissed, rock-ribbed, majestic, grand; The quiet sheltered vales with blossoms strewn; All speak the gentle tenderness and peace Of Nature's sweet unselfishness, and voice The Love Divine. And thus through Mother's Love—the Way, the Truth, the Life, We mortals learn the sweet divinity of gratitude; The lesson of unselfishness; The sweetness of existence for the Good alone; The consciousness of Christ's immortal bonds; The Brotherhood of Man; the Motherhood of God; The loyalty of Principle; the unity of Love, And though on earth, we breath the atmosphere of Heaven, And live and move in Love.
O Brother , rise! Cast off thy chains, be free! O Son of the Most High, be not deceived! Thou ne'er wert born a slave,—look up and see! Look up and find thy heavy heart relieved. Cast off the flimsy bands of craven fear! Thy God is Love who all thy steps doth guide! Lay hold on Him with trust both calm and clear.
The following poem was written by a blind Irish girl of a past generation. It outlines the world's woes, and asks the old, pathetic question,—to which Christian Science is the answer.
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee, because he trusteth in Thee. " — Isa.
Oh gentle presence, peace and joy and power; Oh Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night. Love is our refuge, only with mine eye Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall; His habitation high is here, and nigh, His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
Do not grovel in the dust, Do not let your talent rust, Work and pray and love and trust, You will win. Rise above the care and strife Of a vain and selfish life Where the air with peace is rife: Free from sin.
Matt. 1, 18; Eph.
NOW flees the night across the hills, For ravening spite and fateful wills Have wrought Love's saving wonder. Lo; The sepulchres supernal glow; for He Is risen.