Poem May 3, 1919 Issue

Leave It with Him

[These verses from an unknown writer were sent by Mrs. Eddy to the Sentinel in 1910. They were placed on file with the hope that their authorship might be found, but after some unavailing efforts in this direction it has been decided to use them.—Editor.]

Yes , leave it with Him;
The lilies all do,
And they grow,—
They grow in the rain,
And they grow in the dew,—
Yes, they grow:
They grow in the darkness, all hid in the night,
They grow in the sunshine, revealed by the light,—
Still they grow.

They ask not your planting,
They need not your care
As they grow;
Dropped down in the valley,
The field, anywhere,—
There they grow:
They grow in their beauty, arrayed in pure white;
They grow, clothed in glory, by heaven's own light,—
Sweetly grow.

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