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[Written for the Journal]


From the December 1919 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Faint though the morning's beams diffuse the light Athwart the sensuous gloom of mental night, Yet swiftly flee the shadows of despair; And! o, the guiding star of Hope, abiding, fair, Beacons the mind distraught by error's sway To where the Bethlehem babe in meekness lay. Ah, tender thought of purest mother love.