WHO walks the flower-bordered paths of Love
With soul attuned to nature's song, learns that
The hand of Love is but the Hand of God.
O Mother Heart, thy love has found the Way,
The Truth, the Life; has banished Sickness, Sin,
And Death; upon thy gentle bosom, Fear
Is soothed away, and Sorrow comforted;
Thy healing hand is stretched o'er all the world
In loving benediction;—of a truth
That hand of Love must be the Hand of God.
And, as the wise men, in the olden time
Brought gifts to Love, new-born at Bethlehem,
So at the feet of Love, a grateful world
Its homage and its reverence lays again;
While earth and Heaven unite to say, Amen.
Poems
TO THE MOTHER HEART
From the September 1897 issue of The Christian Science Journal