(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

EASTER MORN
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EASTER MORN



Gently thou beckonest from the
     giant hills
   The new-born beauty in the
     emerald sky,
And wakening murmurs from the drowsy
     rills - 
   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
     God,
   Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the
     flame
Of right with might; and midst the rod,
   And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest
     name,
Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire,
   Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.

While sacred song and loudest breath of
     praise
Echo amid the hymning spheres of light, - 
With heaven's lyres and angels' loving lays, - 

PO 31



   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
     throne.

Prolong the strain "Christ risen!"  Sad sense,
     annoy
   No more the peace of Soul's sweet solitude!
Deep loneness, tear-filled tones of distant joy,
   Depart!  Glad Easter glows with
     gratitude - 
Love's verdure veils the leaflet's wondrous
     birth - 
Rich rays, rare footprints on the dust of earth.

Not life, the vassal of the changeful hour,
   Nor burdened bliss, but Truth and Love
     attest
The solemn splendor of immortal power, - 
The ever Christ, and glorified behest,
Poured on the sense which deems no suffering
     vain
That wipes away the sting of death - sin,
     pain.

Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., April 18, 1900.


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