Poem November 16, 1940 Issue

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MARY C. REYNOLDS

"Pilgrim on earth, thy home is heaven; stranger, thou art the guest of God."—SCIENCE AND HEALTH WITH KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES by Mary Baker Eddy, page 254.

I AM at home—at home in God's great love,
At home in thoughts of peace and quietness.
No wanderer, I, in lonely desert wastes,
No footsore pilgrim lost in wilderness
Of sense—eyes straining for a distant goal.
I am at home in harmony of Soul.

I am at home! I lay my burden down
Outside the portals of this mansion fair.
Nor do I wait, a stranger, loath to knock,
Unknown, unsought by Him who dwelleth there.
Eternal realm of Spirit my abode!
Heaven is my home; I am the guest of God!

To be the guest of God—what perfect rest!
The guest of Love divine, the chosen one!
Child of the Father's house, and thus His heir!
To know myself as God's beloved son!
Oh, heavenly peace—when man sees face to face,
And finds in Truth his quiet dwelling place!

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