[Written for the Sentinel.]

GROWING

Not by the passing years or season's beautyMark we our growth, as sowers watch the seed;Not e'en in reckoning the hourly dutyWhich gains a goal or satisfies a greed.

We grow by crushing out some false temptation;Standing aside to give the stranger room;Waiting, with outstretched hand, the demonstrationOf Truth's triumphant cry o'er error's doom.

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MRS. EDDY TAKES NO PATIENTS
March 26, 1910
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