The City Christian Science Reading Room

There is a quiet sanctuary of peace
Where all may enter in. Nor rite nor creed
Can legislate its laws; but 'tis a room
Of gentle silence, where no doubt or gloom
Doth find access, for there is joy, indeed,
A haven that from sorrow brings release.

Dear Reading Room! how helpful and how kind
The tender welcome that your silence gives!
There all may read the Holy Bible's store
Of precious knowledge, that was hid before.
Through Christian Science man hath found he lives
In sweet communion with the only Mind.

So, come, ye weary-laden, come and rest;
Partake of all that Love is giving free.
Then clouds of fear, the hurtful noise and stress
Of mortal clamor and of weariness,
Must fall before that glad tranquillity,
Where self is lost that others may be blessed.

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Signs of the Times
April 18, 1931

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