Life means—learning to abhor
The false, and love the true, truth treasured snatch by snatch,
Waifs counted at their work. And when with strays they
match
I' the parti-colored world—when, under foul, shines fair,
And truth, displayed i' the point, flashes forth everywhere
I' the circle, manifest to soul, though hid from sense,
And no obstruction more affects this confidence—
When faith is ripe for sight—why, reasonably, then
Comes the great clearing-up.
Poems
Life means—learning to abhor...
From the August 1915 issue of The Christian Science Journal