I.
O Blessings infinite!
O glad New Year!
Sweet sign and substance
Of God's presence here.
II.
Give us not only angels' songs,
But Science vast, to which belongs
The tongue of angels
And the song of songs.
[The above lines were composed by Mrs. Eddy on New Year morning, in about ten minutes. The members of her household were with her at the time, and it was gratifying to them, as it will be to the Field, to see in her spiritualized thought and mental vigor a symbol of the glad New Year on which we have just entered.—Editor.]
