THE days of miracles are past."
We echo joyfully,
No longer grope we in the clouds
Of doubt or mystery.
The light of Truth to-day reveals
The healing Power divine
To be the Love omnipotent
Which everywhere doth shine.
And when we in its blessed light
Walk softly day by day,
We turn earth's water into wine
To cheer and bless our way.
And so the weary seek our door,
The sick for healing pray,
We freely pour love's cordial out,—
Renewed, they go their way.
And what to blinded eyes may seem
Some strange, sweet mystery
Of marvel or of miracle,
By Truth's illumined ray,
Is but the mystery of Love
That blesses day by day;
And what before seemed "miracle,"
Is shown Love's Common Way.
