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If I can fill my place, calm and serene And go through life with loving, kindly mien; If I can live to show some other soul The way to peace, the universal goal; Then though my days be shorn of worldly gain, I shall not feel that I have lived in vain. If I can make some traveler's burden light And help to make the dark days seem more bright; If I can show by kindly actions meek The way to find those treasures which they seek; If I can show that love, when rightly viewed, Is heaven—I have fed a multitude.
I have lost nothing: For naught can ever be Taken away from good. Down through eternity— Love giveth all to me.
Spring steals upon the world; Nor storm, nor heat, nor lightning shock arrests Her coming; silently, She comes to earth asleep in winter's shade; Joyful, we see a primrose in the glade, A leaf uncurled. Spring steals upon the world.
"The song of Christian Science is, 'Work—work—work—watch and pray. '" —Message to The Mother Church for 1900, by Mary Baker Eddy ( p.
Within the hushed, dense darkness, where you stand, Lonely, afraid, with thought bowed to the grass; Blind to unceasing light throughout the land Until the conjurers of error pass, There is a gentle stir—softer than wings— A healing presence calls your name: Awake, O captive child of Zion! Hark! He sings Of high, immortal blessings you may take. The veil's aside.
May I be grateful today, dear Lord, For all that would speak of good— For health, for home, for the love of friends, For work, and for daily food— Symbols each one of Thy tender care, Thy love surrounding us everywhere. May I be joyful today, dear Lord— Every thought that is sick or sad, Fearful, foreboding, be swiftly replaced With the happy, the free, and the glad.
Alone I seemed, the world a barren waste Of sunless hours stretching into the years Of ceaseless struggle and unfruitful haste, With harvests of discouragement and tears. Unlatched, the door swung open, discord sought To blot out joy, when softly a still voice: Is this the faith the blessed Leader taught? Oh, how unworthy! Trust Love, and rejoice.
Faced by the shadow of uncertain days— Even the dark valley that untutored fears Would have us dread as the sure end of years, Trust as we may in hope of happier ways— Faced by defeat, she turned her thought to God, Opened her Bible, in those sacred pages Seeking the healing truth that down the ages Has ever marked where seer and prophet trod. Pondering the story of the palsied man, Raised up by Jesus to his rightful ease, She likewise rose, healed by the Christ, that frees From every falsity—and ever can.
Day softly approaches the slumbering east And gently illumines the veil Enshrouding the landscape in shadowy gloom, With light that is tender and pale. Then quietly follow the floods of the dawn In silence displacing the night, The radiance seeking each inky recess, Revealing its hidden delight.
To the one with seeing eyes, Ruddy fields of ripening wheat, Crescent moon in clear, pale skies, Flowers' glow, with fragrance sweet— All of nature's beauteous scenes Speak Love's perfect plan, complete, Love, whose image never dies.