(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

MEETING OF MY DEPARTED MOTHER AND HUSBAND
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MEETING OF MY DEPARTED MOTHER AND HUSBAND



Joy for thee, happy friend!
     is past
The dangerous sea, and safely
     moored at last - 
      Beyond rough foam.
Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore - 
Spirit emancipate for this far shore - 
      Thee to thy home.

"You've traveled long, and far from mortal
     joys,
To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,
      Brave wrestler, lone.
Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;
Man is not mortal, never of the dead:
      The dark unknown.

"When hope soared high, and joy was
     eagle-plumed,
Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak,
     and doomed
      To pass away.
But faith triumphant round thy death-couch
     shed

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Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped
      The dawning day.

"Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere, - 
Beyond the shadow, infinite appear
      Life, Love divine, - 
Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs
     are stilled,
And home and peace and hearts are found
     and filled,
      Thine, ever thine.

"Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on
     earth,
The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth
      All-unbeguiled?
Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh:
This hour looks on her heart with pitying
     eye, - 
What of my child?"

"When, severed by death's dream, I woke
     to Life,
She deemed I died, and could not know the
     strife
      At first to fill
That waking with a love that steady turns

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To God; a hope that ever upward yearns,
      Bowed to His will.

"Years had passed o'er thy broken household
     band,
When angels beckoned me to this bright land,
      With thee to meet.
She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold
     brow,
Rears the sad marble to our memory now,
      In lone retreat.

"By the remembrance of her loyal life,
And parting prayer, I only know my wife,
      Thy child, shall come - 
Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed
     rest - 
Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,
      Of bliss the sum.

"When Love's rapt sense the heartstrings
     gently sweep
With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,
     To call her home,
She shall mount upward unto purer skies;
We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise,
     Our spirits' own!"


PO 51




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