Poem July 16, 1921 Issue

Mary Baker Eddy

(Born July 16, 1821)

MARY BEECHER LONGYEAR

Unnumbered thousands, under God's bright skies
That glisten nightly, since the shepherds saw
The heavens illumed, and kneeling heard with awe
The angel's song,—unnumbered thousands rise
On earth to-day with happy fearless mien,
In stately churches crowned with marble domes,
In little scattered hamlets, simple homes,
As witnesses to light from heaven seen.
The truth that Jesus taught
Again to earth is brought;
Sing praises unto God.

A hundred years in time have passed and gone
Since in a room almost unknown to fame
A feeble babe with God's own message came
To wake sad earth with heaven's radiant dawn;
With thoughts and dreams from brighter realms on high,
Listening to angel voices when at play
In upland pastures wild, she learned to pray
And felt the motherhood of God near by.
This light from heaven to-day
Shines on our earthly way;
Sing praises unto God.

Maligned, ill-treated, driven far from home,
Struggling with hunger, starved for loving care,
Bravely she wrote her message. She could bear
All for the sake of Truth and make no moan.
She taught the starved ones who came for food
That God is All and man his loved son,
That evil, as a cloud rampant and dun,
Could be dissolved by knowing God as good.
All ye who now believe,
Who healing will receive,
Sing praises unto God.
Death will be overthrown,
We worship Him alone;
Sing everlasting praises unto God. [Written for the Sentinel]