Poem January 18, 1900 Issue

Satisfied

[Written January, 1900.]

BY MARY BAKER G. EDDY

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 79

It matters not,
What be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine—
Pure peace is thine—
Whate'er betide.

And of these stones;
Or tyrant's thrones,
God able is,
To raise up seed—
In thought and deed—
To faithful His.

Aye, darkling sense
Arise, go hence,—
Our God is good:
False fears are foes,—
Truth tatters those,
When understood.

Love looseth thee,
And lifteth me,
Ayont hate's thrall:
There Life is light,
And wisdom might,
And God is all.

The centuries break!
The earth-bound wake!
God's glorified;
Who doth His will,
His likeness still,
Is satisfied.

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