Father, did'st not Thou the dark wave treading
Lift from despair the straggler with the sea?
And heedest Thou not the scalding tear man's shedding,
And knowest Thou not the pathway glad and free?
This weight of anguish which they blindly bind
On earth, this bitter searing to the core of love;
This crushing out of health and peace, mankind—
Thou all, Thou infinite, dost doom above.
Oft mortal sense is darkened unto death,
(The Stygian shadow of a world of glee)
The old foundations of an early faith
Sunk from beneath man, whither shall he flee?
To Love divine—whose kindling mighty rays
Brighten the horoscope of crumbling creeds,
Dawn truth delightful, crowned with endless days,—
And Science ripe in prayer, in word, and deeds.
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., March 16, 1905.
Copyright, 1905, by Mary Baker G. Eddy.
