Our Song*

FLORENCE A. HOUDLETTE

Hark! I hear adown the ages—
Like the chime-bells ringing clear,
Erstwhile heard by pilgrims, sages,
Or foretold by prophet, seer—

Just th' elusive, haunting fragments
Of our melody sublime;
Fused and harmonized these segments
Now, in living, vibrant rhyme.

They were gathered from the æons
Into one harmonious whole.
List! their grateful, pulsing pæans
Echo like the chime-bells' roll;

Words of meaning—words of beauty—
Heed them in their rhythmic flow;
There is potency for duty
In that song we all should know;

'T is the song bids sin defiance;
Sing it better, day by day!
'T is "the song of Christian Science":
Work and work and "watch and pray."

God's perfection, man's true being,
Harmonize the ages' song.
See the hosts of error fleeing
As our song is borne along.

Oh, rejoice! and tell the story—
Ever present Love is near.
Changed from glory into glory,
Let the perfect man appear,

Till adown the future ages
May the song we raise to-day
Fill the earth with grateful pæans:
Work and work and "watch and pray"!

*"The song of Christian Science is, 'Work—work—work—watch and pray.'"—Message to The Mother Church for 1900, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 2.

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