Poem February 14, 1901 Issue

The New Century

By Mary Baker G. Eddy

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 22

Thou God-crowned, patient Century!
Thine hour hath come. Eternity
Draws nigh—and bec'ning from above,
One hundred years, aflame with Love,

Again shall bid old earth good-bye—
And lo, the light! far Heaven is nigh! —
New themes seraphic, Life divine,
And bliss that wipes the tears of time

Away, will enter, when they may—
And bask in one eternal day:
'Tis writ on earth, on leaf and flower —
Love hath one race, one realm, one power.

Dear God! how great, how good Thou art
To heal humanity's sore heart;
To probe the wound, then pour the balm—
A life perfected, strong and calm.

The dark domain of pain and sin
Surrenders — Love doth enter in,
And peace is won, and lost is vice:
Right reigns, and blood was not its price.

January, 1901.

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