Poems

INTEGRITY

She stands in all integrity, She does not wing her way;

A THOUGHT

If for every kindly deedDone to us from day to day,We endeavored to take heed And return for it full pay—

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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SEQUENCE

I love the clouds that sweep the blue;The breeze, that trips the violets through;The swaying grasses, bending trees,The brilliant moth, the valiant bees,I love the shadows of the wood—I love to know that God is good!

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STORM AND PEACE

With thunderous, raging sound,The wave's uplifted mightIs vainly dashed on ledge.
The heavens declare the glory of God.

OCTOBER

What radiance lies on every side!The mellow earth is crownedWith golden promise multiplied,From farthest bound to bound.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

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These books healed me

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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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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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TRIFLES

A crumb from the Master's table,A tear from the love-lit eye,A pang from the mother's bosom,A beam from the noonday sky.

GUIDANCE

How glad the dawn of each new day,Since I have learned to knowThat Love doth ever point the way'Tis right for me to go.

SHOW ME THY FACE

No man shall look upon my face and live.

COMFORT

Love , little children,Meaneth comfort in the doing,Comfort from the Father-heartSent to those who do their part.

STRENGTH

"If thou hast run with the footmen,"—Aye, Lord, and the way was so longThat only Thy presence among usCould hearten us into song.

"THY WILL BE DONE"

My God, my Father, Love divine,Help me to blend my will with Thine.