Poems

I say that man was made to grow, not stop. That help he needed once and needs no more, Having grown but an inch by, is withdrawn; For he hath new needs, and new helps to these, This imports solely, man should mount on each New height in view; the help whereby he mounts, The ladder rung his foot has left, may fall, Since all things suffer change save God and Truth, Man apprehends Him newly at each stage Whereat earth's ladder drops, its service done; And nothing shall prove twice what once was proved.

The following poem was written by the Rev. Mary Baker G.

The sweetest flowers that ever grow Are flowers of Love, Nurtured and cared for by a hand, Held from above. These flowers are acts of kindness Which, the more we wear.

Near shady wall a rose once grew, Budded and blossomed in God's free light, Watered and fed by morning dew, Shedding its sweetness day and night. As it grew and blossomed, fair and tall, Slowly rising to loftier height, It came to a crevice in the wall Through which there shone a beam of light.

We walk the earth as pilgrims, For here is not our rest, Our home is that condition Where peace hath made men blest,— The kingdom of the Spirit Where Life hath conquered sin, Where Light dispels the evil, And Love makes all men kin. We have passed through the waters The floods of whelming fear, And all our old task-masters Pursued but came not near; Though Marah's pools were bitter The waters were made sweet, And when we failed for hunger From heaven hath fallen meat.

My heart was heavy with thoughts of self, Tossed hither and yon with doubt and fear; And I longed for the rest that was promised "there" To recompense me for the burden "here. " I fought with discouragement weak with the strife, And hoped with a courage born of despair, That sometime and somewhere the Father would hear My cry in the dark, and answer my prayer.

O WAKING earth, thy story tell! O bear to men thy song of joy! Let thy full life be death's sure knell; Spread trust and peace without alloy. To all who sit within the gloom, To all who linger by the tomb, Shed thou upon them Life's full bloom; Shout immortality.

Roll ye away the stone For lo! the day is breaking. Let in the morning light, For earth to Life is waking.

O God, my Father, Mother, All, O Love, responsive to my call Teach me, that I may clearly see Myself as selfless, Lord, in Thee. A ray of light, its course to run To tell the world of Thee, its sun; A note of music, true and sweet, Of Thy great Harmony complete.

Imprisoned in the Shell Are echoes of the far-off Ocean's roar. May not these Hopes of Immortality That in us ever dwell,— Instinctive to the soul, and ever more Imprisoned in our hearts,—may not they be The sounds of waves on an Immortal Shore? James Terry White.