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[Written for the Journal]


From the December 1930 issue of The Christian Science Journal

O little self, that suffers and enjoys Within so small a compass, loose your bonds; Break through the walls of selfish interests, cares That keep life chafing like a fretful stream Thrown ever backward on itself; be free! Each outward-going thought on service bent Bears you still farther on the great expanse Of brotherhood and universal love. The dim horizon of the fair ideal Forever widens as you onward go— Self quite forgot—until at last it melts Into that boundless space where thought meets God.