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[Written for the Journal]


From the May 1913 issue of The Christian Science Journal

O days most beautiful, wherein I fare In sweet tranquillity, through lowly ways, Nor know, nor care, Whereto the journey tends, since evermore Mine angel goes before. Red-gold the sun, at dusk of morn and eve, Touches with fire Both common window-pane and distant spire.