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Lines suggested on receiving the beautiful Painting by Bradford Sherman, called


From the August 1884 issue of The Christian Science Journal

This poem was later republished in Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896: Mis. 392:18-393:24 

Isle of beauty, thou art singing
     To my sense a sweet refrain;
To my busy mem'ry bringing
     Forms that I would see again.

Glows the charm of thy reflecting
     In the moral that it brings?
Nature with the mind connecting,
     Gave the artist's fancy, wings.

Work unseen 'mid human debris
     Is a mental work I ween—
Christian Science all unweary,
     Lighting up this mortal scene.

Work ill done within the misty
     Mine of human thoughts, we see
Soon abandoned when the master
     Crowns life's Cliff for such as we.

Students twelve he maketh e'en thus,
     All who fish in waters deep,
'Till the buried treasures hail us
     Out of mighty urns complete.

Mind hath bathed this isthmus lordling
     In a beauty strong and meek
As the rock, and footsteps tending
     To the plane of Truth we seek.

Isle of beauty, thou art teaching
     Lessons long and grand to-night,
To my heart that would be bleaching
     To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight.

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