Poem November 24, 1934 Issue

Highway

MARGARET L. SEAMAN

Bring low my mount of selfishness, O God,
Exalt the darkened valley, till a road
Lofty but level, smooth and straight, appears—
Thy highway, where my humbled, following feet
May tread henceforth in lightness; where the tears
Will rise no more, and where my soul,
Freed from the phantoms of the mortal load,
In selfless journeying may find its peace.

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Extracts from Reports of Christian Science Committees on Publication
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