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Rend Thou the Veil

REUBEN POGSON

When burn the temple's tapers dim,And slumber priests within their stalls;When choirs forget their God to hymn,And silence hangs like funeral palls;While grope we for Thy altar rail,And miss the cup, and lose the bread,—From out the darkness and the dreadWe cry, Rend Thou the veil!
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Love's Bounty

RUTH TINKLER

So many smiles that come and playAcross the threshold of the day,So many flowers that softly bringThe tender messages of spring,So many songs so sweetly sung,So many deeds of kindness done,So many loving hearts and handsTo loosen sin's unlawful bands,So many stars that banish quiteThe seeming darkness of the night:—So much of good, so much of love,Who seeks a paradise above?

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Coming Morn

FRANCES A. HALDANE

Across the earth the fogs hang low and drear,And tardy-footed morn delays to come,While death stalks boldly where the bullets hum,Save when it meeteth one that knows no fear:

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Night Voices

PEARL M. HADLEY

Down purpled mountains evening sweeps,And through my window softly creepsThe light of stars which write on high,Across the zenith of the sky,God is Love.
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An Ideal

MARY I. MESECHRE

If I could live to God one single day,—One single day, from early dawn of lightTill the soft twilight deepens into night,—Could curb to gentle speech my hasty tongueAnd check the words impatiently outflung;Could think no thoughts but those of loving kindAnd hold my peace unmarred by hostile mind;Could do each daily deed in gracious wise,Secure against intrusion or surprise;—Methinks could one whole day by me be spentIn speech and thought and act as God hath meant,Henceforth I then could live to God alway.
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Lay of Truth

ADELA V. SCRIMGEOUR

"Come unto me," O tired and weary one.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Dawning Faith

ELLA CLEMENT DAVIES

The teacher said:
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Day by Day

MYRA FAY GRANT

The days that pass us, one by one,Are as a string of gems to me,—Days that are shining with a deed well done,Days all aglow with the love we've won,Each day enshrined in loving thought,Linked with the joy the truth has brought;And as we con them, round and round,An endless chain of gems is found.
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Christmas Bells

FRANCES A. HALDANE

The merry bells at Christmas—tideFling out their golden chimes of cheer,While all the earth a moment staysIts toil, in happiness to hear.
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Love's Prophecy Fulfilled

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

Ring out, ye silvery chimes, this Christmas morn!Once more on earth a Bethlehem babe is born.
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Mary Magdalene

FRANCIS C. GEORGE

'Tw as not a hurt, reproachful friend who spokeTo that brave woman standing by the tomb,Seeking to pierce the early morning gloomBefore the less indebted ones awoke;For she had dared to be herself, to goAs her untutored richness led, to loveThe best she knew, though he seemed far aboveHer, lying shamed by those who made her so.
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It Is Well with the Child

MYRTLE B. S. JACKSON

I know not where my loved one may be lying,In field or forest, or by town or sea,Whether on earth or in the gray clouds flying—I only know he cannot come to me.