Skip to main content


[Written January, 1900.]

From the January 18, 1900 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel

This poem was later republished in Poems: Po. 79

It matters not,
What be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine—
Pure peace is thine—
Whate'er betide.

And of these stones;
Or tyrant's thrones,
God able is,
To raise up seed—
In thought and deed—
To faithful His.

Aye, darkling sense
Arise, go hence,—
Our God is good:
False fears are foes,—
Truth tatters those,
When understood.

Love looseth thee,
And lifteth me,
Ayont hate's thrall:
There Life is light,
And wisdom might,
And God is all.

The centuries break!
The earth-bound wake!
God's glorified;
Who doth His will,
His likeness still,
Is satisfied.

Access more great content like this

Welcome to JSH-Online, the home of the digital editions of The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and Herald. We hope you enjoy the content that has been shared with you. To learn more about JSH-Online visit our Learn More page or Subscribe to receive full access to the entire archive of these periodicals, and to new text and audio content added daily.

Subscribe Today

More in this issue / January 18, 1900


Explore Concord — see where it takes you.

Search the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures