Poems

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"NOW IS COME SALVATION."

FLORENCE H. MILLER.

What shall I render?
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WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Cassius M. Loomis.

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE

REV. WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE.

At Christmas-tide men's hearts grow kind,The Bethlehem babe restrains their pride:The whole world feels the Christ-child's mindAt Christmas-tide.

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THE ETERNAL GOODNESS

[At this time.
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THE OLDEST CHRISTIAN HYMN

In Book III.
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A GARDEN HYMN

EVA LORD PLUMMER.

My garden glowsWith flowers of God's adorning,His goodness showsThis lovely sunlit morning.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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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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THE MASTER'S WORK

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

The Master always found his work to do,In desert place, on lonely sea or coast.
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THE KING

LAURA GERAHTY.

O THE glare and the glamor, the noise and rush, The hurrying reckless speed.
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THE HOUR OF PRAYER

HUGH MORETON FREWEN.

In that intense and spiritual calmI seemed to stand upon a little hill;The world's unrest of sorrow and alarmSank into silent valleys and was still;The dissonance and claim of mortal willMerged into concord; in that one supremeAll-glorious moment, every sense of illWas swept away on some supernal stream.
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THANKSGIVING

MARY WHEELER.

The sweet-brier boasts nor voice nor speech,No tongue the clover hath;Mute is the garden's rainbow reach;Yet perfumed joy each breathes to each,From June to aftermath.
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A SCOTCH SUNSET

WINIFRED BORLEE.

The day is waning! See, afar,Night's herald trims her peaceful light;As dew there falls on vale and heightThe silence of the evening star.
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CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

PETER E. MACKAY.

The night was dark without a star,Hope shunned a cold and cheerless clime,When, like a shipwrecked mariner,I trembled on the shore of time.