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From the March 1961 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Oh , let me not believe that sands run out Or that late-blooming trees may set no fruit; Deliver me from paralyzing doubt When inspiration wakes a voice long mute. Let me not think that all the myriad Steps to perfection are too hard, too long, Or that time's inexorable period Must end abruptly unperfected song.