Poems

A Song of Cheer

They said 'twas the old sweet story;To me it was very new:It dawned on an outer darkness,It said only good is true.

Peace

A GRASS-CLAD hill,The open sky;I surely knowThat God is nigh.

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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"Thy Maker is thine husband"

"Thy Maker is thine husband.

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The Heart's Needs

More light we need to flood life's dreary spacesWith a bright, quickening ray;More light to lead us on to higher places,To guide us day by day.

Rend Thou the Veil

When burn the temple's tapers dim,And slumber priests within their stalls;When choirs forget their God to hymn,And silence hangs like funeral palls;While grope we for Thy altar rail,And miss the cup, and lose the bread,—From out the darkness and the dreadWe cry, Rend Thou the veil!

Love's Bounty

So many smiles that come and playAcross the threshold of the day,So many flowers that softly bringThe tender messages of spring,So many songs so sweetly sung,So many deeds of kindness done,So many loving hearts and handsTo loosen sin's unlawful bands,So many stars that banish quiteThe seeming darkness of the night:—So much of good, so much of love,Who seeks a paradise above?

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These books healed me

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Shared reflections

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

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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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Coming Morn

Across the earth the fogs hang low and drear,And tardy-footed morn delays to come,While death stalks boldly where the bullets hum,Save when it meeteth one that knows no fear:

Night Voices

Down purpled mountains evening sweeps,And through my window softly creepsThe light of stars which write on high,Across the zenith of the sky,God is Love.

An Ideal

If I could live to God one single day,—One single day, from early dawn of lightTill the soft twilight deepens into night,—Could curb to gentle speech my hasty tongueAnd check the words impatiently outflung;Could think no thoughts but those of loving kindAnd hold my peace unmarred by hostile mind;Could do each daily deed in gracious wise,Secure against intrusion or surprise;—Methinks could one whole day by me be spentIn speech and thought and act as God hath meant,Henceforth I then could live to God alway.

Lay of Truth

"Come unto me," O tired and weary one.

Dawning Faith

The teacher said: