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[Republished by request from The Christian Science Journal of February, 1900 ]


From the October 1910 issue of The Christian Science Journal

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 79

It matters not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. And of these stones, or tyrants' thrones, God able is To raise up seed—in thought and deed— To faithful His.