THE KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES

MARY HICKS VAN DER BURGH

"There shall be showers of blessings," ran the line;
I looked on every side, but saw no sign,—
The heavens seemed brass. Said one, "The promise is,
A brighter world beyond repays for this."

Slow ran the weary years, begirt with ill,
And wrong and greed ruled with relentless will;
E'en hope had turned to colorless despair:
Had God forgotten—did not answer prayer?

But, longing still for light, I came to look
Within the pages of a new–found book,
And in the reading of the foremost line
Dawned the sweet light which broke in floods divine.

"Today is big with blessings"Science and Health, Preface, p. vii. —so I read—
Today, today, they break upon thy head.
I grasped the thought: good is, unfailingly,
Yes! to God's healing word I'd found the key.

Since then I know the word men could not bear
When the dear Master breathed our earthly air,
Has come as he foretold; since then
I bless her name who blessed her fellow–men.

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