Poems

Reflections

In discontented mood I sought the hillsAt sunset, and looked down on busy millsBelching vile smoke, which in the valley laidAn inky blot on a fair scene displayed.

Praise

BY MARY TRAMMELL SCOTT.

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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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Gladness

If living is a joy to you,Because your soul is sound,And life seems good and sweet and trueThat you have haply found,Then sing no false and hopeless strainOf doubting and despair,But lift your voice all clear and plainAnd sing that life is fair!

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Step by Step

Step by step God's love will lead me,In the way I am to go;Step by step, His Truth beside me,Change and chance I cannot know.

If I Could

If I could call my thoughts to me,And read them over with the prayer,That I might justly judge and seeIf all these thoughts were true and fair;If I could call my thoughts, and then,Could read each slowly, one by one,I wonder if I once againWould send them out as I have done.

No Little Things

There are no little things; the slightest word,Unkind and thoughtless, whispered, scarcely heard,Has in its way a mighty current stirred,And as it passes loud and louder rings.

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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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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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Why do I dare love all mankind?...

Why do I dare love all mankind?

Consider the Lilies

Clouds have closed o'er sombre skyTimes full many I trow,And the darker the cloud the richer the storeof rains that have fallen below;But I never knew the smallest treeOr the humblest flower complain,While the buds all silently, strangely grew,Waiting, no hour in vain:Till the sun shone out some blessed morn,And then were the wonderful blossoms born.

The Power of Truth

Over the desert land afar,Three wise men followed a glittering starTill it stood overhead where a young child layWith eyes just open to earthly day;Offering their gifts of frankincenseAnd gold and myrrh they departed hence:And thus was all wisdom's homage laidAt the feet of a humble little babe.

My Garden of Thought

I HAD a garden beautifulFilled with the fairest flowers,But ugly weeds had grown there,In thoughtless, idle hours.

Peace, Be Still!

AND as they sailed across the lake,Dark grew the midnight sky!A mighty storm tossed the frail boat,The waves rolled mountain high.

Rising with Christ

Born to a higher sense of Life,Out of the turmoil, din, and strife,Into a harmony, sweet and grand;Led by the Father's unerring hand,Rising with Christ to victory.