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From the May 1900 issue of The Christian Science Journal

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 30-31

Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills,      And new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills,      O gladsome dayspring! reft of mortal sigh— To glorify all time—eternity— With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. Brightly thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God!      Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame Of right with might; and, midst the rod,      And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.