Poems

Allegiance

MY hands in Thine meekly I place.

The Music that Carries

I've toiled with the men the world has blessed, And I've toiled with the men who failed; I've toiled with the men who strove with zest, And I've toiled with the men who wailed.

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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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A Song of Courage

Sing , O my lips, in a reverent strain!Though the night is darksome and fear seems strong,Love is at hand, and His mercies sustain.

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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.

Harvest

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

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Changing your world

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Shared reflections

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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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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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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.

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.