Fresh and green from the rotting roots
Of primal forest the young growth shoots;
From the death of the old the new proceeds,
And the life of truth from the rot of creeds:
On the ladder of God, which upward leads,
The steps of progress are human needs.
For His judgments still are a mighty deep,
And the eyes of His providence never sleep:
When the night is darkest He gives the morn;
When the famine is sorest, the wine and corn!
Poems
Fresh and green from the rotting roots...
From the March 1915 issue of The Christian Science Journal