(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

SATISFIED
page 879


SATISFIED



It matters not what be thy lot,
        So Love doth guide;
For storm or shine, pure peace is
        thine,
        Whate'er betide.

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,
        When understood.

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,
        God's glorified!
Who doth His will - His likeness still - 
        Is satisfied.

Pleasant View, Concord, N. H. January, 1900


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