I will not leave you comfortless!
No more your empty hands shall plead
Through barren years. No more shall care
Spread spurious lines upon your brow.
Dark, questing hours are over now.
Listen again—how clear, how fair,
The answer to your utmost need:
I will not leave you comfortless.
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From the October 1936 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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