Such time as we are envious of others,
Marking their forward steps with loveless gaze;
Such time as we regard our brothers' efforts
With wishful dreaming or idolatrous praise,
Were rightly spent in our own elevation;
Each ill, each fault surmounted has begun
To win for us that blessed commendation
Our Master told us of—the sweet, "Well done."
Poems
WELL DONE
From the February 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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