Pulpit and Press, by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy
MARY BAKER EDDY
Round our restlessness, His rest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I add on the following page a little poem that I consider
superbly sweet - from my friend, Miss Whiting,
the talented author of "The World Beautiful." - M. B.
AT THE WINDOW
ritten for the Traveller]
The sunset, burning low,
Throws o'er the Charles its flood of golden light.
Dimly, as in a dream, I watch the flow
Of waves of light.
The splendor of the sky
Repeats its glory in the river's flow;
And sculptured angels, on the gray church tower,
Gaze on the world below.
Dimly, as in a dream,
I see the hurrying throng before me pass,
But 'mid them all I only see one face,
Under the meadow grass.
Ah, love! I only know
How thoughts of you forever cling to me:
I wonder how the seasons come and go
Beyond the sapphire sea?
April 15, 1888
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