In the dawn of this new day,
When the air is clear,
Untainted by the mists of man's material living,
In true humility I come to Thee,
To lay upon Love's altar
My simple off'ring:
Ev'ry impure, unkind, or idle thought,
All envy, jealousy, or senseless fear,—
All that denies Thine omnipresence.
Consume with fire this mortal dross,
And from the ashes may there then arise
That spiritual sense of Thee, O Mind divine,
Whose thoughts it is my eager joy to image forth!
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
SACRIFICE
From the April 1923 issue of The Christian Science Journal