Poem April 28, 1951 Issue

ON FINDING CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

Mary Latham Daimwood

Within my means, to hold, I found no joy,
Nor substance I could keep:
No cause but cause to weep;
No firm employ.

But now I am a torch that Thou dost light;
My burden thin as air:
Love holds me everywhere.
I feel its might.

No chain can ever bind, nor dungeon jail,
For good is ever good;
Eternal Truth my food.
Mind cannot fail.

Mary Latham Daimwood

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