Before my heavy lids were raised,
And almost mingled with my dreams.
These words came clear: "A mortal seems
A monster"Miscellaneous Writings, p. 204.
—and before my gaze,
Till now unseen, a forest spread
To farthest view, deep, dark, a maze
Of thickest undergrowth and trees.
Well knew I what the future held:
The patient felling, one by one,
The monsters drying in the sun,
The fire—the sowing of the seed,
E'er tender blade the sheep should feed.
Wide opened then mine eyes—to view
In morning light familiar things;
My whole soul rose to God anew
In longing prayer that true light brings:
"My Father, grant me vision true—
Repentance, grace, Thy will to do!"
Poems
[Written for the Journal.]
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From the September 1908 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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