Poems

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THE CHOICE

MARY JAMES ARNOLD.

A Path I chose, wherein my feet should tread;It lay before me, lily-lined and fair;Roses and sunshine, summer skies o'erhead,Sweet peace, companionship, and love, were there.
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New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;...

Havergal

New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day;New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight,New praise in the morning, new songs in the night;New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise;New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise;New gifts from his treasures, new smiles from his face;New streams from the fountain of infinite grace;New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love;New gleams of the glory that waits thee above;New light of his countenance full and unpriced;All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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SINGING BELLS

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Three stemlike towers soar far aboveThe noisy street,And there they flower in singing bells;While hurrying feetAlong the path of striving men,Pause on their wayTo grapple with the beckoning day,As deep-toned swellsThe message of the singing bells—Strikes "faith," strikes "hope," strikes "courage"; thenStrikes "courage," "hope," and "faith" again!

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I may not tread the paths he trod...

A. N. Whitmarsh

I may not tread the paths he trodIn famed Judea's land,But I can walk as near to GodAs those who touched his hand;I may not climb the vine-clad hills,Nor stand on Olives' height,But when his truth my vision fills,I see a grander sight!
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GIVING

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Let me but give, dear Lord,Out of my store,What Thou hast given me—I ask no more!Even as sunbeams fareForth from the sun,So may I, too, reflectLove's sweet guerdon.
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DARKNESS DISPELLED

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

In Love no darkness is—there shadows flee:Thou mayest rest secure in Love's embrace;Love ever present may thy refuge be,Love's morning beams may all these dreams erase.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Shared reflections

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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 Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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"KNOCKING."

KATHARINE T. PORTER.

I used to knock with face half turned awayFrom there where I would entrance find; had eyesAlone for all the world did think and say;Knocked feebly at the door; expressed surpriseIt ope'd not to my call,—that call so faint and lowI scarce heard it myself,—the world engrossed me so.
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FROM DAY TO DAY

REV. JAMES J. ROME.

Father , give me an understanding heart,That I may learn to know myself, and seeWhere I should spurn the wrong and choose the better part,And thus from sinful bondage be set free.
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GOD-MEASURED

MARY J. ARNOLD.

Another year time's loos'ning grasp hath laidUpon the altar of eternity.
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FORGIVENESS

FRANCES A. HALDANE.

"How oft shall I forgive?
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SENSE-DREAMS

MINNA MATHISON.

I dreamt the sea was rough and high,And rude and wild the wind.
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THE NEW YEAR

J. C. BROOKS.

The year is new to those who dwell in time,Who reckon age by days and months and years,Who look through windows dimmed by winter's rimeFor twelve months more of hopes and doubts and fears!