As full-blown crimson tulips in a bowl
Hold in their cups the glory-bringing sun
That floods the room in shafts of yellow light,
Yield to its radiance warm, and lo! shine
Luminous, living, glad, twice-beautiful;
So to the light of Thy great love, dear God,
Lift I the chalice of my soul in deep
Humility. Thus must it be that I,
As they, shall luminous be, transparent,
Brimmed with living beauty that men may see,
And turn to praise the Love that giveth life.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
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From the June 1926 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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