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A drop of dew deep hidden in a rose This message, tender, gives to you and me: That we, so sheltered, in God's love repose, Forever held in sweet security.
When rain falls from the cloud in silver chains, And blots the glowing landscape from our view, We do not fear, For well we know that as the shower wanes The scene will reappear. The sun's rays, slanting through the crystal drops, A rainbow paint across the distant skies— A promise, bending earthwards, where it stops Briefly to call a smile to watching eyes.
Just live and love! No good is barred. And when you think that life is hard Search where you trod in anguished hour And learned that good alone has power.
How can the marvels of His love be told— The silver brook, the grass-clothed mountain side, The gentle kine, the music of the fold! Our debt mounts up! No good thing is denied That could enrich our lives. Proclaim it wide! The matchless wonder of unchanging Love, No shade of turning—each need satisfied; Our thanks, like stars gemming the blue above, Should fill our hearts with radiant joy divine.
Men seek their happiness in divers ways: While one will labor hard, another plays; Some think their pleasure comes through sensual joys; One silence cultivates, another noise. But each and all are searching after good, Whether in indolent or active mood.
Make room, O seeker, make room! No suppliant thou, lest thy prayer be unheard! Expectantly certain the promise divine In uttermost fullness, no moment deferred, Awaits but thy claiming to seal it as thine; Make room, O seeker, make room! Take heed, O seeker, take heed! Let naught in the storehouse a cumbrance remain Usurping the place where God's blessing should rest; Cast out every relic, wipe out every stain, Lest aught serve to keep thee from knowing His best; Take heed, O seeker, take heed! Rejoice, O seeker, rejoice! God's blessing unmeasured to thee is outpoured, The windows of heaven for thee are unsealed; His promise fulfilling, for thee hath He stored Far more than thy heart's deepest longings revealed; Rejoice, O seeker, rejoice! And how, O seeker, repay The benefits God upon thee doth bestow? Make room to receive His abundance unguessed, That doth from His bounty unfailingly flow. Accepting God's gift is thy gratitude's test.
I thank Thee, Love, because, whene'er I gain A purer sense of Truth, a clearer sight, I know, compared with what I shall attain, 'Tis but a glimpse of light. I'm glad for sunlight, stars, and forests dense, Rejoicing that the truths they would express Are far more beautiful than human sense Can even faintly guess.
" The snowbird sings and soars amid the blasts. " Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, page 220.
' T is true God comes to us in quiet moments When sense is hushed, and thought in silent prayer Is tuned to catch the wondrous strain which sweetens The daily task, or stress of seeming care. Oh, for the healing touch of heavenly angels Which lifts the consciousness to heights above; And through the Christ unfolds a purer impulse— The heart's desire to prove that Life is Love! Dear Father-Mother God! Thou leadest ever In rising tones of tenderness and strength, Beyond all discord into pure conception Of heaven's eternal harmonies, at length.
Oh , with what tender grace the Master smiled, As in his arms he took a little child And set him in the midst! And then he turned Upon his wondering friends a look that burned With love the flimsy tatters of their pride. Unstriving, modest, happy, at his side The child's unconscious, unassuming worth Wrought in those hearts the work of the new birth, And each, a little child, e'en as of yore, Stood, trustful, at his mother's knee once more.