Mary Baker G. Eddy

“ I hope the heart that's hungry For things above the floor, Will find within its portals An item rich in store; That melancholy mortals Will count their mercies o'er, And learn that Truth and wisdom Have many items more; That when a wrong is done us, It stirs no thought of strife; And Love becomes the substance, As item, of our life; That every ragged urchin, With bare feet soiled or sore, Share God's most tender mercies, — Find items at our door. Then if we've done to others Some good ne'er told before, When angels shall repeat it, 'T will be an item more. ”

“ Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, To my lone heart thou art a power and spell; A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me To love the Hebrew figure of a tree. Faithful and patient be my life as thine; As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; As deeply rooted in a soil of love; As grandly rising to the heavens above. ”

“ What chased the clouds away? 'T was Love whose finger traced aloud A bow of promise on the cloud. Thou to whose power our hope we give, Free us from human strife. Fed by Thy love divine we live, For Love alone is Life; And life most sweet, as heart to heart Speaks kindly when we meet and part. ”

“ Touched by the finger of decay Is every earthly love; For joy, to shun my weary way, Is registered above. The languid brooklets yield their sighs, A requiem o'er the tomb Of sunny days and cloudless skies, Enhancing autumn's gloom. ”

“ Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere, — Beyond the shadow, infinite appear ⁠Life, Love divine, — Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled, And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, ⁠Thine, ever thine. ”

“ Work ill-done within the misty Mine of human thoughts, we see Soon abandoned when the Master Crowns life's Cliff for such as we. Students wise, he maketh now thus Those who fish in waters deep, When the buried Master hails us From the shores afar, complete. Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordling In a beauty strong and meek As the rock, whose upward tending Points the plane of power to seek. Isle of beauty, thou art teaching Lessons long and grand, to-night, To my heart that would be bleaching To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight. ”

“ O gentle presence, peace and joy and power; O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night. Love is our refuge ”

“ Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, Is the moral that it brings; Nature, with the mind connecting, Gives the artist's fancy wings. Soul, sublime 'mid human débris, Paints the limner's work, I ween, Art and Science, all unweary, Lighting up this mortal dream. ”

“ Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore — Spirit emancipate for this far shore — ⁠Thee to thy home. “You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys, To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys, ⁠Brave wrestler, lone. Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled; Man is not mortal, never of the dead: ⁠The dark unknown. ”

“ Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, Wound the callous breast, Make self-righteousness be still, Break earth's stupid rest. Strangers on a barren shore, Lab'ring long and lone, We would enter by the door, And Thou know'st Thine own; So, when day grows dark and cold, Tear or triumph harms, Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, Take them in Thine arms; Feed the hungry, heal the heart, Till the morning's beam ”

“ The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, To scare my woodland walk, And frightened fancy flees, to roam Where ghosts and goblins stalk. The cricket's sharp, discordant scream Fills mortal sense with dread ”