Poems

Since God is All, And God is Mind, All-powerful, and all-loving, and all-kind, Then mortal thinking only seems to be; And as a child of God I can go free, And joyfully partake of His great store, Knowing that fear and doubt can nevermore Appear to hold me bound, For now I see, God is my Life— This is enough for me.

To one like Jacob wrestling at Peniel, Besieged by grief and fear and bitter pain, Yet meeting error's thrusts with brave denial, An angel message brought the light again. "Child, dear to Love, He sees thy brave endeavor; Thy prayer for strength to do His will He hears.

He taught with great simplicity of word Amidst the neighboring fields of waving corn; And every earnest follower who heard, Went quietly away, a man newborn. Serene he walked where stormy billows flung Themselves upon the shores of Galilee, Unloosed with stern rebuke the stammering tongue, And caused the worldly blinded eyes to see.

Let us be slow to speak, Unless we first shall pray That Truth may govern speech And guide our deeds to-day. So, keeping close to truth, To patience, and to love, We may more justly judge, Nor wandering thought shall rove.

My life seemed narrow when I walked alone With little treasure I could call my own; Now life is full, since I have learned to know Love walks beside me, wheresoe'er I go.

How good it is to see the sun Sending its warm beams everywhere, Waking the flowers to fragrant glow, Calling the birds to fill the air With songs of grateful happiness, Calling us all to business. How good it is to feel the sun Of God's great love is everywhere, Waking the flowers of fragrant thoughts , Lifting the hearts of men to prayer, That, rising, robed in righteousness, They go to do His business.

Say not, "I count for nought"—each counts for much. The kindly word you speak—the Christly touch— The simple love you live—earth needeth such.

One time I thought to find the peace of God In lonely ways by feet of men untrod, Roaming the mountain heights, or silently By murmuring moonlit streams or storm-swept sea Thus solitary might my eager feet Be led to where in accents slow and sweet Truth would its nature even to me unfold, That secret of the ages, still untold. So wandered I and prayed reality Its infinite meaning to reveal to me.

This is today: To waken to the dawn of Truth's clear beam, And, as its light dispels earth's shadows, sing; Sing, till a gladness like the noonday sun Fills all my world, and every doubt takes wing. I cannot toil the burdened hours away; I am "the guest of God.

I would grow rich in grace, dear God, In Christian virtues true; I would reflect the Christlike touch In all I say and do. I would grow rich in love, dear God, In tender, gentle ways; In sweet compassion, mercy, peace, I would perfect Thy praise.