Poems

O Troubled over Many Things

O troubled over many things,Choose thou the better part,—Service unconscious of itselfAnd childlikeness of heart.
The drowsy hum of insects wingingTheir hovering flight from flower to flower,The joyous sound of gay birds singingFrom field and fence and hidden bower,The garden's bright-hued treasures clinging,To parent stem in close embrace,The roses all a-bloom are swingingGay captives in the warm wind's chase.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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Harvest

Oh, seeker after happiness, Ploughing life's fallow field,

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Song at Sunrise

The bonny sun in the east,And hills and fields are fanes of greenO'erlaid with gold, like solemn chordsWith lilting melodies between.

The Call

Arise, strike off thy fetters!Be error's thrall no more.

The New Day

Lord , when the wistful gray of new day—breakingDeepens to joyous gold,—maturer morn,—Gladly my heart, its fears of night forsaking,Turneth to Thee, in whom all hope is born.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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 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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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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Fear Nothing

Fear nothing, freedom least of all.

At Rest

On twig and bough,In tiny nest,Each little birdIs safe at rest,Love's watchful eye beholding.

Inward Life

O'er broad white fields the gusty North Wind blewAgainst the beeches iron-limbed and gray,And hurled its darts, and snowy mounds upthrew;Nor yet one fluttering banner took away.
Broad meadows clothed with tenderest green,And patient trees their leaves just showing.

Her Birthday

Every day is your birthday, dear;Every day in all the yearThe loving Father gives to youBirthday gifts all fresh and new:Joyous life that cannot cease,Blessed truth that bringeth peace,Love that doth all good increase.

He is Risen!

In the shining, heavenward wayWhite-robed lilies bloom to-day,Waxen petals, full of grace,Bear the message now we trace,He is Risen!