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To-day a tiny window in a closèd houseWas opened.

Aspiration

The flying swallow spreads his wingsAnd spurns the earth, as skyward bentAnd on some certain mission sent,Soars unconfined by lower things.

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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The Ageless Song

From topmost boughs of ancient trees a layOf liquid music, flowing melody,Poured forth from dawn to hush at close of day,Filling the air with joy and harmony.

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Floral Apostles*

When in our thoughts sweet flowers bloomThey make green gardens out of sorrow grow,And banish gloom.

Gratitude

Gratitude is uncomplaining,Never counting cost of loving,Never asking or requiringMore than to acknowledge blessing.

Unity

I have one all-inclusive duty—one,And only one: to testify of Thee.

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Anthology of classic articles

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Anthology of classic articles III

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Security

As Jesus stole into the quiet reachesWhere no strident surging of the multitudeCould penetrate;So shall my faith, in quietness and confidence,Retreat from hate,Wrapped in the royalty of sonship.

Feed the Hungry

Oft of an evening all the silent skiesSpread out their dark blue awning overhead,And heaven's big inquisitive bright eyes,Like golden spiders on an unseen thread,Draw nearer earth to view the works of men,And seeing how the passing hours are spedIn sleep or labor, giving or in gain,Return to heaven with the dawn again.

The Ascent

The Christ is climbing by the hill,We hear the children cry;And we must go, whate'er we know,To see the Christ go by.

Redemption

When shadows fell across CapernaumAnd peace lay gently on the fragrant air,Came one who knew the time of rest was nearAnd sat him down for meat in Simon's house,Where, as he slowly supped, there fell a stirOf wonder, and a pause.
O Lord , hear Thy servant!Day and night he calleth to Thee that he may find Thee, for Thouart ever present.

Interlude

Man , the most precious image of his God,His being for immortal glory wrought,Yet seems to mortal sense sprung from the clod,Robed in earth's clouding mists of erring thought.