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[Written for the Journal.]


From the March 1910 issue of The Christian Science Journal

He lay in deepest gloom— Self-built his early tomb— No chink allowed the sunshine room— Ah, well-a-day! Truth's voice dispelled the night— Fears fell to left and right— Kind thoughts, they put self-love to flight — He lived that day! He left his prison cell— Divine Love broke the spell— Ah, how to bless Love knows full well— Love loves alway! The roses lost their thorn— When this great truth was horn— And since that day glad smiles have worn— To bless man's way! Thoughts callow learn to fly— Through tender ministry— So we must learn—both you and I— To love alway!