[Written for the Sentinel]

"I love your promise"*

What is your promise, as you clap your hands,
O graceful trees
That in the forest and the meadow lands
Rustle your tender song to every breeze;
What do you sing?

We sing a song of never ending praise,
Continual joy,
Sweet, wordless pæan, that through all the days
In one sweet harmony our powers employ;
We sing our thanks.

What is your promise, O you lovely flowers,
As morn by morn
You lift your faces to the fresh light showers,
Or open wide to greet the day's bright dawn;
What do you say?

We promise beauty that unfading is,
Immortal, true,
The glory of a fairer earth than this,
Seen dimly, yet "reserved in heaven for you"
And all who seek.

What is your promise, O you mighty sun
And stars of light!
That you harmonious in your courses run,
Making of day a joy, a joy of night!
What do you tell?

We tell of infinite Mind, unerring Love,
Supreme, divine.
Without the Father-Mother God above,
No star can gleam, no mighty sun can shine;
Good governs all.

*Miscellaneous Writings by Mary Baker Eddy, page 87.

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