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From the August 1906 issue of The Christian Science Journal

O fair white sisters of the field and fell,
With your sweet-honey lips thus laid on mine,
In world-forgetfulness I fain would tell
Of Him, my Father-Mother God and thine,
And breathe the while a word of praise and prayer divine

Have you. as I, a consciousness of Him
Who is the center and circumference
Of earth and heaven? and is He clear or dim
To your white lids of sainted innocence,
Who is our Soul and source, creator and defence?

Each flower a secret hath, beyond the ken
Of earth's philosophers; the gifts of God
Are multifold, and have their origin
Beyond the cloistered darkness of the sod
In Wisdom's secret cell by mortal feet untrod.

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