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[Written for the Journal.]


From the January 1907 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Hungry , hungry, heart-hungry, While there is love enough and to spare! O pilgrim, suffer not dearth with its gloom and its thrust! For the bread and the wine of the feast are thy share— Thy meat, not scraps, with bones that are polished and bare— And with fuel thy hearthstone is heaped, not ashes and dust. Hungry, hungry, heart-hungry, While the viands of Love at thy fingertips lie! What criest thy pain— at thy Tantalus-touch they recede? Nay; to thy longing, advancing, they multiply, Imparting abundance for want, a smile for a sigh— Giving comfort and strength through the night of thy need.