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[Written for the Journal]


From the December 1923 issue of The Christian Science Journal

A prophet's voice cried in the long-past ages: Oh, "comfort ye my people, saith your God;" But priest and sage have sealed the prophet's pages,— Themselves and all of comfort they defraud. The people wander still in barren places, And hunger for the good that 's undenied; They heavenward turn their sad and weary faces, And pray—for what already is supplied.