[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Treasure House

There stands a wondrous Treasure-House,Beside a peace-enfolded sea,Wherein are riches fairer farThan pearls of Ind or Araby.Its strength is as the granite hills;Its walls white as the soaring dove;And from the sea-deeps to the starsIs writ its name of Love.

The cloud-strewn pathway leading thereIs rough and fraught with wraiths of gloom;Yet he who, dauntless, struggles onShall see the pall of shadows bloomAs Aaron's rod, with flowers of light;And he who tramples wayside sins,Shall tread at last that tranquil zone,And pass within the open gatesTo find its wealth his own.

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Christian Science
February 27, 1904
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