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afar babe and crib BAKER EDDY DISCOVERER Baker G beauty bless blest Boston bower breast breath bright chaos shone CHRIST AND CHRISTMAS Christ Jesus Christ's silent healing Christian Science clouds Concord Cross and Crown Crown dark doth dream earth Edition quarterly Eternal swells Christ's fierce heart-beats glad gloom glory hath health makes room heart Herald of Christian hour Laus Deo LIBERTY BELLS life's light Love divine Lynn lyre maple grove Mary Baker Eddy Mass mortal Mother Church ne'er nevermore O'er babe peace Pleasant View poem prayer rehearse the glorious rest rill rock SCIENCE AND HEALTH Science He appoints shadow shadows fall shone One lone sigh sing soft song soul spirit star stills all strife sweet tears temperance hall tender mercy thee Thine thou art Thou hast Thou knowest best Truth pleads to-night unto VALLEY CEMETERY wake wake the dead weary wing wisdom's Written in girlhood
Page 13 - From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee, — Father, where Thine own children are, I love to be. My prayer, some daily good to do To Thine, for Thee; An offering pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me.
Page 11 - Brave Britain, blest America! Unite your battle-plan; Victorious, all who live it, — The love for God and man. Boston Herald, Sunday, May 15, 1898 CHRIST MY REFUGE ER waiting harpstrings of the mind There sweeps a strain, Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind The power of pain, And wake a white-winged angel throng Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song, With love perfumed.
Page 14 - SHEPHERD, show me how to go O'er the hillside steep, How to gather, how to sow, — How to feed Thy sheep; I will listen for Thy voice, Lest my footsteps stray; I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way.
Page 2 - Much as the chisel of the sculptor's art "Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart." Ah, who can fathom thee! Ambitious man, Like a trained falcon in the Gallic van, Guided and led, can never reach to thee With all the strength of weakness — vanity! Great as thou art, and paralleled by none, Admired by all, still art thou drear and lone! The moon looks down upon thine exiled height; The stars, so cold, so glitteringly bright, On wings of morning gladly flit away, Yield to the sun's more...