Poem January 18, 1936 Issue

To the Christian Science Practitioner

ALMA B. WIGHTMAN

O patient toiler in the Master's vineyard
Pursue thy way,
Rejoicing ever in thy holy mission
Each glad new day.

The seeds of Truth which thou with love hast planted,
Much fruit shall bear,
To nourish and sustain earth's weary pilgrims
And ease their care.

And as they gather more and more these treasures
Of priceless worth,
Love's power to heal and save shall be acknowledged
O'er all the earth!

O faithful toiler, joy untold awaits thee,
For thou shalt see
The lame are walking, blinded eyes beholding
That man is free!

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