I Thank Thee, Father, for the larger life,
For health to live
So that to all mankind I may impart
What Thou dost give.
I thank Thee, Father, for life's lesser joys—
Each smile or word
That triumphs o'er a sigh or tear to greet
Our risen Lord.
I thank Thee, Father, for the smallest proofs
That like a breath
Steal through prophetic lips and warmly claim.
There is no death.
I thank Thee, even for life's duller days—
Dark moments when
We strain from sensuous apathy and rise
To Thee again.
I thank Thee, daily, for the truth that streams
From flower and song:
No bud too lowly, but its life and light
To Thee belong.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
LIFE
From the October 1918 issue of The Christian Science Journal