In this sweet, sacred place there dwelleth peace,
Quelling the tumult of the restless thought—
A peace dynamic, active, God-assured,
Breaking as light, resistless, yet unsought.
Here will I rest awhile beside the way,
And dwell upon the lovely things of Soul—
All that is real and permanent and sure—
And know myself and all in God's control.
And, as I rise, the strength of sacrament
Shall feed my thought with heavenly bread and wine,
And overflow to every heart in need
With the sweet affluence of the Life divine.
Poems
IN A CHRISTIAN SCIENCE READING ROOM
From the March 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal