(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

CONCORD, N. H., TO MRS. EDDY, AND MRS. EDDY'S REPLY
page 840


                                        Box G, Brookline, Mass.,
                                        February 13, 1908




And thou, gentle cypress, in evergreen tears,
Art constant and hopeful though winter
     appears.
My heart hath thy verdure, it blossoms
     above;
Like thee, it endureth and liveth in love.

Ambition, come hither!  These vaults will
     unfold
The sequel of power, of glory, or gold;
Then rush into life, and roll on with its tide,
And bustle and toil for its pomp and its pride.

The tired wings flitting through far crimson
     glow,
Which steepeth the trees when the day-god
     is low;
The voice of the night-bird must here send a
     thrill
To the heart of the leaves when the winds
     are all still.

'Mid graves do I hear the glad voices that
     swell,
And call to my spirit with seraphs to dwell;
They come with a breath from the verdant
     springtime,
And waken my joy, as in earliest prime.

PO 17



Blest beings departed!
O tell of their radiant home and its morn!
Then I'll think of its glory, and rest till I see
My loved ones in glory still waiting for me.


PO 18




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