Christ and Christmas ; And, PoemsTrustees under the Will of Mary Baker G. Eddy, 1897 - 136 pages |
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afar BAKER EDDY DISCOVERER Baker G beauty bless blest Boston bower brave star breast breath bright chaos shone Christ Jesus Christ's silent healing Christian Science clouds CONCORD Cross and Crown dark dead doth dream earth Edition quarterly Eternal swells Christ's fierce heart-beats glad gloom glory grim night hath health makes room heart Herald of Christian hour Laus Deo LIBERTY BELLS life's light Love divine LYNN Mary Baker Eddy MASS mortal Mother Church ne'er nevermore night of chaos O'er babe O'er the grim peace PLEASANT VIEW poem prayer rock SCIENCE AND HEALTH Science He appoints shadow shadows fall shone One lone sigh sing soft song soul spirit STAR OF BETHLEHEM stills all strife sweet swells Christ's music-tone 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
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Page 11 - 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 9 - 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 12 - 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 xii - 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...
Page 67 - God, Loving me, — Guard me when I sleep; Guide my little feet Up to Thee. To the Big Children Father-Mother good, lovingly Thee I seek, — Patient, meek, In the way Thou hast, — Be it slow or fast, Up to Thee.