Poems

Growth

Do you suppose the tiny, struggling sprout In some bleak spot, some barren, stony waste, Knows inward joy that it gains, day by day, A greener color from the sun's warm ray, Feels gratitude that it makes better haste, Measuring increase by some mark about?

The Scourge of Love

Before I was afflicted I went astray.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Faculties indestructible

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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Divine Love

'Tis dawn, and Spring,—Gold-throated birds sweet carols sing, The trees' green lace obscures the blue; But Love looks through.

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A Hymn

Immortal Love, eternal good,In whom alone is brotherhood,Help us to love Thee and adore,That we may love each other more.

Springtide Eternal.

Lay thy strong hand upon Truth's burnished plow,

Majesty

"Peace, be still.

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Anthology of classic articles

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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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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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These things I do engage to do: Hourly to keep my doing true To what my conscience knows;

Prelude

The sky is blue, deep blue again—The wild gray sky I knew so well,Locked in its armor of cloud and snow;Where Viking blasts raged high and fell,Calmness broods and daffodils blow,And tender buds of April swell.

Love's Sufficiency

I ASK no riches but to knowLove doth give all.

Harmony

Though oft belief around thee wind,And gloomy shades of discord striveThee to engulf, in mortal sense,Know Love alone, and thou shalt liveIn harmony.

An Offering

Here at Thy feet, O God, I humbly layA human heart that yearns to rightly pray;O teach me that Thy perfect willIs Truth; to know Thee, and be still.

The Golden Age

Lo, it has come! the Golden AgeForetold by prophet, poet, sage,—The Golden Age of harmony,When Love the only law shall be;