Poems

O Truth revealed! We praise Thee for the light Of Science, Soul-clear day of purity That penetrates the undiscerning night Of sin with Spirit's chaste resplendency. We know that the repentant mind must leave Behind its darkling dreams, must open wide Its tower windows to the sun and cleave To Life forevermore.

Buy them no jewels for a crown, Plait them no flowers for a wreath; They wear a happier renown Than any mortals can bequeath. The halo of the sun is dim Beside the brightness which they shed— The everlasting joy of Him Who placed it on each lifted head.

God's messenger—our Leader stands today, Ordained of God to answer Truth's clear call, To show again the Master's healing works And bring the promised Comforter to all. Thus God-endowed, she faced a doubting world, And knew opposing creeds and fears must fall.

The way is plain to see, This I must do: In patient trusting and with humble tears Yield up the ego of the self-taught years; Listen, and learn Love's purpose to fulfill, Serving with joy, find joy is with me still.

Do not go weeping to the harvest field, The tasks our Father gives are pleasant tasks; How grand the victory, how sure the yield, When each, upon his work, God's blessing asks. Oh, hear and heed the Father's loving call: "Come, work within My harvest field today.

Where the unfolding lily leans And sweet the bud swings low, Substance illumed, their blossoms shine Pure in lucidity of line. Petal and essence gleam divine, One root, one sap, one bough.

Today I have patterned the house of my thought On a concept so small I feel prisoned therein. The walls are too close, and there's no joy in singing If selfishness sends back an echoing din.

A child , seeking comfort, to his parents' arms will turn With open heart and ready thought, to listen and to learn. With purity untouched by grief, from vain illusion free, He hears assurances of love with receptivity.

Dear Love, hallow this house which Thou hast built— The windows of our eyes that we may see The ever wider visions that Thou wilt Unfold, man and creation one with Thee. Hallow its rock, the firmness of our stand In Truth, its ample doorways, symbols of Our open arms and of each outstretched hand To welcome strangers, all Thy children, Love; Upon the altar of each humble heart Inscribe Thy name; forever dedicate Desires and will to see Thee as Thou art— Author and finisher on whom we wait.

Day after day I lay beside the gate called Beautiful, where I asked alms of men who came to pray. Now, I was lame from birth; and kindly friends, who daily laid me there, would question why I chose the temple gate and not the wayside or the market place, where I would surely reap much richer gain.