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We Praise Thee, O Lord

HELEN A. LEE

For love that makes all alien people kin;For joy that glows, illuming all within;For peace, full flowing river of the soul;Long suffering charity, beholding aye the goal;For gentleness, compassionate to the poor;For goodness, native, changeless, and secure;For meekness, of reviling unaware,And temperance, to use Thy gifts with care;For faith, assurance Thou art still the samePure Spirit whom Thy plenteous gifts proclaim,—We laud and magnify Thy glorious name!

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Love's Wondrous Power

LUMAN A. FIELD

A cry of deep and dire dismayWas borne on pinions naught could stay,So great the need that somber day.

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The Refining

HENRIETTA A. FIELD

I am just a bit of shining gold,Born of the mountains, rugged and old,That gird the western sea.

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Apocalypse

RUTH INGRAHAM

We long have dwelt in twilight dim,Like children half afraid;In lights and shadows of a dreamTogether we have played,Or, holding each the other's hand,Forward a little strayed.

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Greeting from England

America! dear brother land!     While yet the shotted guns are mute,     Accept a brotherly salute,A hearty grip of England's hand.

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The United States to Great Britain

Mary Baker Eddy with contributions from The Christian Science Board of Directors

Hail, brother! fling thy banner     To the billows and the breeze;We proffer thee warm welcome     With our hand, though not our knees.

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Truth's Gloria

KATE MILLS FARGO

The powers of darkness hold no further sway,For Truth has brought to light the eternal day,And o'er the wreckage of false human willLove builds new mansions fair by waters still.

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A Wider View

MARY VICTORIA CLARK

No longer seek I for some peak in DarienWhereon to stand and view a wide expanse,For my heart knows an ocean deeply blue,Far broader, deeper than the western seaBalboa gazed upon, and seeing itSo still and calm,Called it the Pacific.

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Rest

EDITH L. PERKINS

No sweeter words than these were e'er addressedTo thee and all by mortal sense oppressed,—"Come unto me, and I will give thee rest.

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Largess

MARION CRAMPTON JONES

To loose the bands of wickedness, that bowThe pilgrim, heavy eyed, nigh to the ground,Until he clings to shackles as his heritage,And knows not where Truth's shining towers are found—What greater gift!