"To-day my soul can only sing and soar,"page 174 The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 174
In freedom sing, in life newborn
Sing joyfully of hope and faith and praise
Of Him whose gracious spirit blesses us
In omnipresent peace and power.
And singing soar; soar high to heaven's gate,
Unhampered by the world of sense,
Unleashed from human will and earth-born pride,
Wing, free, into the ethereal vast of God's
Unmeasured space—eternity.
Ah, heaven's near to those who sing, who sing
When sorrow, pain, or fear would drown
Their victory-assurance, conqueror's faith;
Whose triumph song is loudest
When defeat and loss most nearly overwhelm.
For victory is in God—in Him who knows
Nor sin nor fall. O Father, Life,
My life one clearly ringing song I'd make,
Reflecting Thine; a melody of hope
To life-despairing, cheerless hearts,
That they may sing,
That they may soar.
