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From the July 1933 issue of The Christian Science Journal

The Christ has opened wide my eyes To see the beauty of the skies; The trees, the flowers that once seemed wondrous fair, Have now an added glory, and the rare, Sweet, drifting perfume of fresh-budding things Lifts up my heart, until on joy-filled wings I soar above the dreams of mortal sense And find, in understanding, recompense.