Poems

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WITHIN THY HOUSE

MARION COOK

Within thy house, O blessed pilgrim stranger,Watch well lest error creep in unaware!Hold dear its sanctity,Inviolate let it beFrom rude intrusion and earth's stagnant air!
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SING ME THY SONG

ROMEO FRICK.

Sing me a song, bright morning stars,Of holiest harmony.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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A SONG OF PROMISE

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

In the silent caverns 'neath hill and rock,In the sunbeam streaked with gold,Christ speaks to the hearts of his chosen flock,And the story ne're grows old.

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"PRAISE YE THE LORD"

EDITH PITKIN

Praise ye our heavenly King!Let every nation singPraise to His name.
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"GREATER WORKS THAN THESE."

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS.

O Bounteous legacy! what promise this!Could we neglect or take such word amiss?
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THE BETTER PART

H. OLIVER WISE

How maz'd and drear, amid his sticks and stones,His color'd pebbles and his bits of glass.

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Shared reflections

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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CONSTANCY

MARY I. MESECHRE.

Ofttimes the daily current of my lifeDoth seem so clogged with error, that I fainWould break a clearer channel, where the strifeAnd fret of endless conflict, and the painOf beating 'gainst the rocks that long have lainWhere now my way appears, are all unknown;Where, free from every hindrance, I might gainIn depth and breadth, till perfect I had grown.