Message of the Dawn

MARY STONE WALLACE

The night was long to one who dreamed the dream
That he was ill and held incurable
By those who came with earnest wish and thought
To give relief by means material,
And sadly went their way with fading hope.
Assailed by pain, by suffering brought low,
Almost despairing, almost overcome,
He called for help of one who waited near,
And asked for healing in the name of God.

Then to his consciousness a message came—
"Awake! Awake!" It was the voice of Truth!
"Pain is a dream, 't is not reality;
Awake, and see the wonders Mind has wrought;
All things were made by Him, there is none else.
Now you are free from sin, disease, and pain—
Free from the slavery of false belief;
Awake, arise, and walk the heavenly way.
Good is supreme! The kingdom is at hand!"

To one who wakened at the dawn of day,
Coming to consciousness, a child of God,
Free from the slavery of false belief,
How beautiful the light upon the hills!
How wondrous was the promise of the rose!
And as the sun in golden splendor cast
Its beams of promise on the darkened earth,
A noble purpose rose upon his life
And shed its glory on his waiting thought:

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