Poems

Rondeau

"In God we trust," this motto wroughtUpon our coinage, should have taughtUs all the unity of Mind,That in our hearts its Love might bindOur countrymen in loving thought.
He that would to a proper sense attainIn Knowledge, of the very rudimentsOf this Great Science, must his Cross upliftAnd bear it meekly in his daily life,Following in the footsteps of his LordAnd Master Jesus Christ, the Way-Shower.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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A Thought

I sat in my study, thinking,When a pure and holy thought,In the depths of my quiet consciousness,Was clearly and sweetly wrought.

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Resolution

There is hope for the heart that can suffer, There is strength in the metal that's wrought, Though the hope and the tempered perfection, With vintage of sorrow are bought.
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Omnipotence

There is a power that governs all that mortal eye can see, A power we all must recognize, if from sin we would be free.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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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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A Little Boy's Song

I smile, and then the sun comes out, He hides away whene'er I pout; He seems a very funny sun To do whatever he sees done.

Nanny and Jack

Her uncle gave little NannyA Jack-in-the-box with a squeak;But the squeak of the Jack was nothingTo Nanny's terrified shriek.

The Two Guests

Worry and Fret were two little menThat knocked at my door again and again:"O, pray let us in but to tarry a night,And we will be off with the dawning of light.

Awake, Mortal Dreamer

PROUD , mortal man, that thinkest art awake,But still in sleep art dreaming daily on;Nor mov'st thyself to holy treasures take,Nor bid'st mesmeric slumber to be gone, Thou dost profess to be god of life,And goest forth to deeds in sight of all;With sweat of face thou pantest in the strife,Not knowing that thy pride must have a fall.

Be of Good Courage

Infinite Mind! When I would knowThy righteous will,A voice replies, in whisper low,"Rest, and be still.

To the Spirit

Great Spirit, hear me as I rove Through field or forest, woods or grove, Through wind encircling woods of woe, Or flee from an approaching foe: Great Spirit, help me as I rove, To conquer wickedness with Love.