Poems

An Eastern Vesper

The night winds murmur, the tree-tops croon,The cricket chirps to a vague wood-tune,And dusk sinks brooding.

The Mountain Path

I found a path upon the mountain-side,Winding and long;I found a path upon the mountain-side,And, with a song,Began my journeying.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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Teach Me

O teach me, Love, to see Thy face,Though storm and tumult rage around;To know where truth is, Thou art found,Thy glory filleth every place.

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God's Goodness

God has been good to me.

Law

A truth most strange hath been revealed,In our Creator's perfect plan;When willing to become a child,One issues forth a mighty man.

The Brave Pioneer

The brave pioneer on the rugged frontierIs a happier man, after all,With his thoughts leaping free as the waves of the sea.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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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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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From tree, and field, and shady nookThe birds their southward way are wending.

Be Not Afraid

The Love that breathed out "Peace, be still!"O'er stormy Galilee,While error's wave made swift response—'Tis this Love loveth thee,Loveth and calmeth thee.

Thy Will be Done

How often, when some cherished wish Love's wisdom has denied, We, in our wilfulness, have mourned And were not satisfied; But when the Horeb heights we gained, Love's wise withholding was explained.

The Steps

SEIZE your staff! beyond this height We shall find the Infinite Light! Gird your thigh! this sword shall hew Paths that reach the untroubled blue! Though dark mountains form the stair, It is ours to climb and dare! Law, truth, love—the peaks are three: Sinai, Olivet, Calvary!

The Eternal Now

THERE is no past, 'twas but a dream,— A phantom of the things that seem; The future is not ours, to say What will be, whether yea or nay.

The Way

THERE was time, when day most bright, To me seemed like the darkest night; Though I had eyes, I had not sight.