(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy
It matters not what be thy lot,
So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine, pure peace is
And of these stones, or tyrants' thrones,
God able is
To raise up seed - in thought and deed -
To faithful His.
Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence!
Our God is good.
False fears are foes - truth tatters those,
Love looseth thee, and lifteth me,
Ayont hate's thrall:
There Life is light, and wisdom might,
And God is All.
The centuries break, the earth-bound wake,
Who doth His will - His likeness still -
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H. January, 1900
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