Sibyl Wilbur,
The Life of Mary Baker Eddy
(1913)
“ Returning to the city from what was in those days a rough unwalled beach, she would see the lights of the Lynn factories betokening the passionate struggle of human endeavor. Had she stood erect on those rocks by the sea, erect in spirit while her body crouched for safety against its boulders, had she felt her ego slip away from her in some supreme moment when divine sense lifted her to the consciousness of spiritual being above the waves of time? ”
