Clad in good thoughts, athwart my breast a shield,
I stand against the foe, forever armed;
Girt with sure confidence in Truth revealed,
When thrusts of erring power would make alarmed.
Salvation's helm I wear and, as I wield
The sword of Spirit, flaunting fears are calmed.
With Love to guard, where'er the battlefield,
I can come forth unsullied and unharmed.
Poems
THE PANOPLY OF LOVE
From the September 1938 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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