How shall I prove my joy, my boundless gratitude
For this illumined sense of all-pervading good?
Oh, may I firmer be in Truth, dear Lord,
Withhold the censuring and impatient word,
Know phantom fears as naught, more loving be,
Quick to divine my neighbor's need and see
Man as he is — the full reflection
Of infinite, immutable perfection.
So may I daily lift each thought to Love,
My joy, my boundless gratitude, to prove.
Poems
RECOGNITION
From the September 1933 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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