Springtime

It was a warm, sunny day in March, and the brown earth was fairly laughing with joy over its promised release from the thraldom of winter. To many a weary, suffering heart, it had seemed a very real and mighty potentate, in whose train had come misery, death, and disease with rapid strides. But now its reign was well-nigh over, for it could not long resist the secret power of the ever increasing hours of genial sunshine.

Two friends stood by a large upper window that looked out over a busy town nestled in the valley below. One of them had been speaking very dejectedly about a certain physical trouble which had not yet yielded to treatment. "I have been helped by Christian Science in many ways," she said, "and some things have been healed entirely; but this one ailment does not yield a particle," she added hopelessly. A little hush fell upon them, while her companion searched for some message of Truth that would give the needed comfort. Then as her eyes caught the sunlit view beneath, her thought was illumined with the meaning of the marvelous transformation that was going on all about them, and she said:—

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