Not where they slay and speak of sin and doom
Is my beloved found. Man's radiant self
Was never born in kinship with the dust,
And the bright splendor of his heaven-girt life
Can never fail, nor fade out in the dark.
The farthest star in all the universe
Touches his life more nearly than does hate,
And the envenomed darts of wickedness
Fade at the touch of all-enfolding good.
Man is not bound by earthly hopes and fears,
Nor broken on the wheel of mortal fate,
But sanctuaried in Love's infinitude!
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
MY SON
From the January 1917 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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