Ah! could we only rise and see
The bliss of being, Love, with Thee,
We would leave aught that comes between
Us and the vision we have seen,
As easily as on a day
When summer breezes pass her way,
And honey bee,
The rose beside my garden wall
Lets one white petal lift—and fall!
Poems
RENUNCIATION
From the August 1934 issue of The Christian Science Journal