Poems

The Little Scientist

There are no eyes more beautiful to meThan those that look from out her dear, round face.

Healing

EGYPTIAN darkness,Pharaoh's slave,Hope's star gone down.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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[The following interesting prophecy by the poet Long-fellow appeared in the first number of the Atlantic Monthly.

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Truth's Coming

In Thy name! O Love transcendent,Cometh one proclaiming goodAs the Life of all—resplendentEverywhere when understood.

The Unseen Friend

My child went forth into my garden fair,Having no wish or will to stay by me;But that I ever followed him out there,He did not see.

Questions

"WHAT do you think, little thoughtful one,When the firelight flickers low,And shadows o'er the hearth's gray stoneAre flitting to and fro?

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Shared reflections

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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.

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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From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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In the brave city smiling on the shoreWhich, with its tossing tides, th' Atlantic laves;Where fearless freemen, in the days of yore,—A band intrepid, scorning to be slaves,—Daring the utterance that made them free,Tossed in their splendid scorn to the wild wavesThe symbols of a haughty tyranny—In this brave city, after scores of years,The stately sign of a sublime event,The symbol and prophetic monumentOf men's completer liberty, appearsWith dominating dome against the sky,A witness to this morning century.

"Father, I thank thee."

"FATHER, I thank Thee.

The Call

Across the strands, across the lands, across the waste of      years,— A Voice called low, a Voice called sweet, a Voice spoke to      our fears.

Enough

THE thirsting of long years, And now this draught! The darkness of thick tears, And now this shaft Of radiant, beckoning light, Missioned to banish All the old, long night!

The Doubter

[THE following verses were sent to our Leader, Mrs.

Overcome Evil with Good

Pilgrim on the upward way, Wrestling with disease and sin, This thy watchword in the fray, Take the cross, the crown to win.