(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy
Gently thou beckonest from the
The new-born beauty in the
And wakening murmurs from the drowsy
O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh
To glorify all time - eternity -
With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty.
E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear
Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the
Of right with might; and midst the rod,
And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest
Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire,
Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.
While sacred song and loudest breath of
Echo amid the hymning spheres of light, -
With heaven's lyres and angels' loving lays, -
Send to the loyal struggler for the right,
Joy - not of time, nor yet by nature sown,
But the celestial seed dropped from Love's
Prolong the strain "Christ risen!" Sad sense,
No more the peace of Soul's sweet solitude!
Deep loneness, tear-filled tones of distant joy,
Depart! Glad Easter glows with
Love's verdure veils the leaflet's wondrous
Rich rays, rare footprints on the dust of earth.
Not life, the vassal of the changeful hour,
Nor burdened bliss, but Truth and Love
The solemn splendor of immortal power, -
The ever Christ, and glorified behest,
Poured on the sense which deems no suffering
That wipes away the sting of death - sin,
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., April 18, 1900.
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