Here in this quiet room a peace descends,
Soft as the touch upon that fevered brow
In Peter's house. No sudden sharp fear rends
This friendly solitude, no doubts allow
Marauding entrance to the claims of sense;
But there is harmony, and sweet surcease
From troubled thought, and a clear consciousness
That God is here, establishing His peace.
Poems
THE READING ROOM
From the April 1941 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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