Poems

"And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.

O Love divine, when shall we be In firm obedience held, Not turned aside by falsity, Nor by ill-will compelled? May we have motives pure and kind True health and peace to win, Not vaguely wandering like the blind With no bright hope within. Reveal to us the shining face Of mercy that forgives, Whereby our lives may grow in grace With all that loves and lives.

Ring , golden bells, in every mart, Ring for the gladness in each heart That has put off another part Of error, and has found the art Of quiet acceptance of the new, Rejoicing in a clearer view Of Truth; for good alone is power, And must blot out the evil hour That speaks of tyranny's mad reign Of terror, and aggressive gain. Ring out all fear, for better sight Is showing men eternal right; Ring out all hatred born of night, Ring in the truth, the perfect light, Revealing all-inclusive Mind, The healer of the halt and blind, As Love, the All-in-all, supreme, Annulling mankind's evil dream Of tumult, hatred, fear, and strife; For Love fulfills the law of Life.

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock. "— Revelation 3:20.

How bleak the desert places lie! No spear of green nor dew-fringed flower Beneath the bright bowl of the sky To bless a single burning hour! 'Twas thus my heart unfruitful lay, A wilderness, a barren land, Until I found the Truth, the Way— Until I took my Father's hand. His tender mercies lead me where The grass of meekness, wet with dew, Now clothes the earth in pastures fair, And leaves of healing bloom anew.

There is a place prepared of God, With Love's abundance stored, Where Life's eternal treasures are Unceasingly outpoured, And error's claims are void of power, For Truth alone is Lord. It is the secret place, above All discord, pain, and woe, The sure retreat, where longing hearts May to the Father go, And, hid from sense with Christ in God, Perpetual concord know.

Today the Christ is here within our midst To heal and save with tender, holy might. The truth shines forth with heaven's brilliancy To turn all darkness into glorious light.

The angel song is ringing, The angel song is singing, Is ringing and is singing Joy and peace. A grateful song is ringing, A grateful song is singing, For Love that from all sorrow Brings release.

Through all earth's turmoil, may I be In tranquil thought still close to Thee; Though error's thunder seeks to harm, Thy presence saves from all alarm. In Thee, O Father, I may rest With quietude upon Thy breast.

" Oh , magnify the Lord," the Psalmist said. A wise behest for us to heed today! For mortal sense would amplify the field Of its activity, to make us yield, And thus, discouraged by its boast, to say, "What power evil seems to have today!" Yield not! But ever magnify the Lord, And through the searching "lens of Spirit" The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany by Mary Baker Eddy, page 129.