Along the streets of Babylon sweet music played,
Commanding all to bow before the image made
Of gold. That melody of dulcimer and flute
Still summons mortal sense, though faster now, to suit
This age. But how impossible for us to fear
Or heed that call! We know that Christ is always here
To nullify the dulcimer's hypnotic voice
So that the gift of Love may be our constant choice.
With all-encircling might, Love's treasures still enfold
Security unknown by worshipers of gold.
Poems
The Gift of Love
From the September 1957 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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