Poems

Let me no wrong or idle word Unthinking say; Set thou a seal upon my lips, Just for to-day, Lo, for to-morrow and its needs I do not pray: But keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, Just for to-day. — Selected.

A Midst the gloom of doubt and fear, The light of Truth is breaking; And loving duty leading on, There comes a grand awaking. The clouds of sense, that close the door To higher understanding, Are rolled away by Love's pure thought, From Heaven to earth descending.

For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God. —Heb.

THE first Church of Christ, Scientist! Thus it stands, Stands here immortal—a tribute in stone. From those who are near, and from far distant lands, Comes the true thought of Christ out of which this has grown.

"We (ye) also, as living stones, are built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ. "— 1 Peter 2:5.

Unto shepherds lowly Came the anthem from the skies; Thoughts from Heaven holy Dawned upon their dreaming eyes. Glory! Glory! Glory! Unto Love enthroned," they cry; Light illumes the story Trembling through the wondering sky.

Children of the Blessed, Sing the song of gladness, Ring the loud hosannas, Christ again to earth is come. Raise the voice to praise him, Bid the world adore him, While we follow, listening to the voice that calls us home.

All hail that God-crowned loyal heart,      Which Love-divine hath set apart To do His work — His Truth proclaim,      And fill the world with Love's refrain. All hail each heart which nobly strove      To give mankind this treasure-trove, Through storm and shade, through night and day,      That all may know Love's peaceful way.

All "in one place, in one accord"! Ye Israel of our risen Lord! With "mighty wrestlings," have ye striven To reach this Place, whose gate is heaven? The mystic Key, whose touch unseals, And to our wondering gaze reveals, This "Inner Court"— this "Holy Place,"— Engirdles time, and fills all space. Its sign and symbol is the cross; Its fire consumes all fleshly dross; Its sweetest tones are caught in pain, When all things lost, we count as gain.

Has Christ, the spiritual idea, Of Life and Truth and Love, Dawned on thy vision, weary one, Thy day star from above? Has Truth — the star of Bethlehem Its clear light shed o'er thee; To guide thee where the young child lay In sweet humility? Hast journeyed far from East or West, To bring thy treasures rare, And lay them at the feet of Love, With consecrated prayer? Do songs of peace come welling up From inner depths of love, To swell the grander chorus, Of angel songs above? "Peace, peace on earth; good will to men; " It is our Father's voice, Hushing the jarring notes of earth, Bidding our hearts rejoice. Lo! unto us a child is born; To us a Saviour's given.