Poem August 25, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"O come, let us sing unto the Lord"

DOROTHY M. KINGDON

"The spiritual power of a scientific, right thought, without a direct effort, an audible or even a mental argument, has oftentimes healed inveterate diseases."—Rudimental Divine Science, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 9.

Songs ,

Little silent songs,
We sing to Thee, O God!
They are joyous and sweet;
They show the ever-presence
Of Thy love.

Perhaps upon life's dusty highway
Some weary and sin-burdened soul
May hear them—and, arrested, pause—
Wondering what this radiance is,
Whence this unsought, undreamt
Gladness comes;
Aware that heaven hath somehow
Touched his earth—
And guided by
The music of Soul,
May seek—
And so find—
Thee.

The little songs smile,
Are glad
And we go on
Singing singing
Songs.

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