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[Written for the Journal]


From the March 1911 issue of The Christian Science Journal

As nature's shower and sunshine bring From fertile soil each tender thing, New thoughts, like birds upon the wing, In praise to God, rise, soar, and sing; While flowers to all their fragrance fling, As they come forth at call of spring. So Truth, unfolding beauteous, fair, Within our hearts its flowers rare — Love, constancy, devotion, prayer, Whose fragrance gentle zephyrs bear To soothe the heartsick, sweeten care — Doth call, Come forth — Love's freedom share! O earth-bound mortal; matter, clay Is not true soil nor substance; nay, 'Tis but a shadow which one ray Of light dispels and clears the way.