Poem November 12, 1932 Issue

"Immortal fruits"*

MAUDE DE VERSE NEWTON

Oh, deep shall I plant for the issue
And pure be the seeds that I sow,
That only the fruits of the Spirit
My plentiful harvest shall know.

With thought that is true and discerning
To winnow the chaff from the grain,
That never a tare be upspringing
To render a good purpose vain.

Oh, I shall plant love for the tilling
And truth with a reverent care,
And patience and wisdom and mercy
To flourish with steadfastness there.

And then as I gather the fruitage
That ripens each day in my field,
Oh, grant me, dear Lord of the harvest,
To garner an immortal yield.

And may there be life in abundance
And safety and happiness too,
And here as I wake with rejoicing
Oh, let me walk, Master, with you.

*Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 494.

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