I sat with folded hands and prayed to know
Some duty to perform, some task to do.
The answer came in accents sweet and low:
"The fields are white, the harvesters are few;
Arise, go forth, and heal the sick, the blind.
With unselfed love, bring light unto mankind."
Poems
The Answer
From the August 1954 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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