Poem December 8, 1934 Issue

Christian Science

CHRISTIANA WILLINK

You are passing through the gate, my child,
The gate that leads to heaven.

You will climb the golden sun-kissed hill
Where the clouds of earth are riven;

And you'll stand in the dawn and see it break
On a clear and cloudless sky,

And rejoice in the peace of the presence of God
As you bow in humility.
Pass now through the open gate!

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