Poem January 4, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Soul-filled Years*

ELISABETH G. ROBINSON

What are years? What, but the seeming
Of a mortal sense of life
That, in passing, leaves us dreaming
Dreams of mortal woe and strife!

Then, dear heart, look out and upward
To the God who made all things,
For the thoughts of Life eternal
Soar like birds on spreading wings.

Naught of age and naught of sadness
In that realm of thought so fair!
Clearer rise the songs of gladness
Lifted on the wings of prayer.

Soul-filled years, the Christly record
And the only one that's true—
This the message Truth has for us;
This the broader, higher view.

*Science And Health With Key To The Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 599

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