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.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
SERVICE
From the December 1930 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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