THE MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER*

MARY BAKER EDDY.

This poem was later republished in Miscellaneous Writings 1883-1896:  Mis. 389:5-25

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
     O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
     Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
     Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
     His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
     For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
     No ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.

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