Within a little world of sombre light
I sit with self, whose unrelenting reign
Since time unknown has swayed this small domain,
Where brisk ambition elbows toward pride's height,
Where darkling doubt and fear and envy blight,
Where even death itself has dared to gain
Outrageous entrance. Can I here remain,
Fore'er content with naught but husks and night?
I will arise and to the Father go,
For He is Life—eternal life He gives;
For He is Truth—the infinite, all-wise;
For He is Love—His joy, love to bestow;
On all His children. I will arise.
Poems
[Written for the Journal.]
I WILL ARISE
From the July 1906 issue of The Christian Science Journal