THE SONG OF CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

It came into my life, a song of sweetest cadence,
And never since I caught its first truth-tone has it departed
utterly.
When self, discordant, clamors loud with doubts and fears,
And sin has thrust itself into my consciousness,
Betimes I've almost lost the key-note of my song;
But even in the anguish of despair, I hear the undertone,
The saving rhythm of the still, small voice, that uttereth
itself infinitely.
Sin, sorrow, and disease have all been silenced by its limpid
flow,
And purity and hope and health have in their place been
wafted in
Upon the winnowing wings of this, my song.
Standing with finger on my lips, in selfless silence,
I have heard it rise unto the very stars, the same
That sang together on that maiden morning
When the first dew reflected starlight,—
This deathless song that discord never knew.
Up to the height and vision of Transfiguration,
Its deep-toned diapason lifts the soul,
That, listening to its melody,
Knows Love to be the keynote of its power.
And all the sons of earth that hear take up the strain,
And there resounds a chorus jubilant with
"Peace on earth, good will to men."
The Christ is come.