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."
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Poems
WELL DONE
From the February 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal