Where throve the choking tares,
I gather golden wheat;
Where loomed a wall of sordid cares,
I pass with winged feet.
'Tis Faith that bursts the seed,
'Tis Love that turns the sod
The rain that falls is mercy's meed,
The sun, the smile of God.
Poems
MY UPLAND FARM
From the May 1903 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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