Poems

Consider the Lilies

BY FLORA I. DeWOLFE.

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.

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The Power of Truth

BY LILIAN CARROLL.

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.

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My Garden of Thought

BY A. E. J.

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

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Peace, Be Still!

BY ALICE A. RUSSELL.

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

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Rising with Christ

BY J. W. H. B.

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.

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An Easter Song

BY LAVILLA E. ALLEN.

O, joy that fills the world with song,O, Resurrection Day.

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As Dawn Begins

BY IDA HODNETT.

As dawn begins to dart its rose,To see the tomb sad Mary goes,Wherein lies one who, from a tomb,Erstwhile called Lazarus out of gloom.

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Easter Morn

BY MARY BAKER G. EDDY.

Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills,     And new-born beauty in the emerald sky,And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills,     O gladsome dayspring! reft of mortal sigh—To glorify all time—eternity—With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty.

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Truth's Easter Dawn

by N. W.

O Happy , joyous Easter, we welcome thee once more!Through Christ, our risen Saviour, the night of death is o'er.

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Truth's Piercing Light

BY LOUISE LITZSINGER.

Forth from the Sun of Righteousness,One bright, celestial rayPierced through the clouds of darkest night,And found me where I laySad and dismay'd,—yea, in the tombOf coldness and despair.