"Now I see"

MARIA VALDE

A Little child,—she loved to hear about
The New Jerusalem and God's white throne.
She longed to know, but none could tell the way,
As on she journeyed, homesick and alone.

The years passed by; at last she heard a voice,
The still, small voice of Science gently say:
Behold, God's tabernacle is with men;
The night is spent, at hand is glorious day!

Then Love in tender mercy touched her eyes,
And now she sees the Savior, Christ the King,
In might and grace Truth dwelling among men,
And hears the waking earth God's glory sing.

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