"We must look deep into realism instead of accepting only the outward sense of things."
Here are excerpts from two poems by Mary Baker Eddy. For the full version, click here.
by Mary Baker Eddy
Written in childhood, in a maple grove
Quickly earth’s jewels disappear;
The turf, whereon I tread,
Ere autumn blanch another year,
May rest above my head.
The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan,
To scare my woodland walk,
And frightened fancy flees, to roam
Where ghosts and goblins stalk.
My heart unbidden joins rehearse;
I hope it’s better made,
When mingling with the universe,
Beneath the maple’s shade.
Christ My Refuge
O’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.
Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
Life’s burdens light.
From Concord Express - A Christian Science Study Resource: The King James Version of the Bible and Mary Baker Eddy's published writings
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