Poems

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Obedience

BY LETITIA VERTREES PULLMAN.

Obey! Obedience is the lawOf Life eternal,For only thus is opened upThe way supernal;In Life is harmony and health,And God's perfectionMust by His law be ever foundIn His reflection.
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The Course of the Day

BY L. D. AND M. B. MARRIOTT.

Above the earth hangs heavily night's mist,Yet as in hope I watch the eastern sky,Faintly the light gleams through the lessening gloom,Telling the waiting world that day is nigh.

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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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Just a Kind Word

BY RICHARD J. HICKS.

Only a pleasant word a stranger spoke to me,Just one kind word along the path of life,So brightened up the day that I forgot the night;A ray of hope appeared 'mind toil and strife.

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The New Century

By Mary Baker G. Eddy

Thou God-crowned, patient Century!Thine hour hath come.
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The Song of the Century

BY RUTHALIE WINSTON.

Lift up your hearts, ye sons of men,And catch a sweet refrain—The low farewell of a centuryBreathing a low sweet lullabyA surcease from all pain.
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The Perfect Peace

BY CHARLES H. GLIDDEN.

Peace that floweth as a river,Calm, and deep, and wide, forever;Peace that comes of selfless Love,Peace all other peace above.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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"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 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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New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;...

Havergal

New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day;New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight,New praise in the morning, new songs in the night;New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise;New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise;New gifts from His treasures, new smiles from His face;New streams from the Fountain of infinite grace;New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love;New gleams of the glory that waits thee above;New light of His countenance full and unpriced;All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ!
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New Year's Hymn

Standing at the portal of the opening year,Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear;Spoken through the silence by our Father's voice,Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice.
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Heavenly Peace

BY E. A. EMERY.

The shadows lengthen in the west,The night-wind croons a lullaby;Upon the water's placid breastI drift beneath the starlit sky,While o'er me steals a peaceful rest, That fills my soul with ecstasy.
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True Freedom

BY IDA FULLER MOORE.

The freedom of a Son of God   Is mine, who am "joint-.
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Was that Somebody You?

Somebody did a golden deed;Somebody proved a friend in need;Somebody sang a beautiful song;Somebody smiled the whole day long;Somebody thought, " 'Tis sweet to live;"Somebody said, "I'm glad to give;"Somebody fought a valiant fight;Somebody lived to shield the right.
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The Diamond Cutter

As sires and sons, through lines of long descent,At weary labor sit in joyless lands,With piercing, straining eyes, and steady hands,With honesty which is like sacrament,With patience which defies all accident,And, on the whirling disk, with shining sandsOf diamond, shape the diamond till it standsAt last a perfect gem, for which are spentWhole kingdoms, that some boastful king may callThe stone his own,—