A Thanksgiving

MARY A. NEWMAN.

A vision came to me in days gone by,
A vision sweet of what I longed to be;
A helper, as I listened to the deep, sad cry,—
Of sin-enthralled, enslaved humanity.

And then a glad, strong hope arose and filled
My heart with sweeter longing as I prayed,—
Oh take me, Lord, and use me as Thou wilt,
But use me for my fellow-creatures' aid.

And so I waited till the answer came,
Sure that my Father would point out the way;
Then mid the darkness shone celestial flame,
As Christian Science heralded the day.

For one whose purest thought has reached that mind
"That was in Christ," hidden with God above.
Has lived in ministry to all mankind,
And proved the healing power of Truth and Love.

For through the "little book" that she has given,
New joy has come to hearts long pressed with pain;
And in its messages revealed from heaven,
We hail the coming of the Christ again.

So may we follow in her footsteps still;
"Laying aside the earth-weights" self and sense;
Knowing but one desire, our Father's will,
"No other trust" than One Omnipotence.

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