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[Written for the Journal.]


From the August 1907 issue of The Christian Science Journal

The beauteous morn dawned flamed in pink
O'ershot with lustrous clouds of gold,
And trembling there the promise fair
Of all the gladsome hours should hold.

The full noon came to perfect prime
And waned pomegranate-red away.
The secret, dear? I did but hear
God's voice in clearer tones that day.