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| 2 | 1 | Old Man of the Mountain | Show all text | OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN 1 GIGANTIC sire, unfallen still thy crest! 3 Primeval dwe...ller where the wild winds rest, Beyond the ken of mortal e'er to tell 6 What power sustains thee in thy rock-bound cell. Or if, when first creation vast began, 9 And far the universal fiat ran, "Let there be light" — from chaos dark set free, 12 Ye rose, a monument of Deity, Proud from yon cloud-crowned height to look henceforth 15 On insignificance that peoples earth, Recalling oft the bitter draft which turns The mind to meditate on what it learns. 2 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Stern, passionless, no soul those looks betray; Though kindred rocks, to sport at mortal 3 clay — Much as the chisel of the sculptor's art "Plays round the head, but comes not to 6 the heart." Ah, who can fathom thee! Ambitious man, Like a trained falcon in the Gallic van, 9 Guided and led, can never reach to thee With all the strength of weakness — vanity! Great as thou art, and paralleled by none, 12 Admired by all, still art thou drear and lone! The moon looks down upon thine exiled height; 15 The stars, so cold, so glitteringly bright, On wings of morning gladly flit away, Yield to the sun's more genial, mighty ray; 18 The white waves kiss the murmuring rill — But thy deep silence is unbroken still. |
| 3 | 2 | Constancy | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 3 CONSTANCY 1 WHEN sta...rlight blends with morn- ing's hue, 3 I miss thee as the flower the dew! When noonday's length'ning shad- ows flee, 6 I think of thee, I think of thee! With evening, memories reappear — I watch thy chair, and wish thee here; 9 Till sleep sets drooping fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee! Since first we met, in weal or woe 12 It hath been thus; and must be so Till bursting bonds our spirits part And Love divine doth fill my heart. 15 Written many years ago. |
| 4 | 3 | Mother\'s Evening Prayer | Show all text | 4 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER 1 O GENTLE presence, peace and joy ... and power; 3 O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's falter- 6 ing flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight. 9 Love is our refuge; only with mine eye Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall: His habitation high is here, and nigh, 12 His arm encircles me, and mine, and all. O make me glad for every scalding tear, For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! 15 Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain. Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing; 18 In that sweet secret of the narrow way, Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: "Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and 21 pray. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 5 1 No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain; No night drops down upon the troubled 3 breast, When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain, 6 And mother finds her home and heav'nly rest. |
| 5 | 4 | Love | Show all text | 6 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy LOVE 1 BROOD o'er us with Thy shelt'ring ... wing, 3 'Neath which our spirits blend Like brother birds, that soar and sing, 6 And on the same branch bend. The arrow that doth wound the dove Darts not from those who watch and love. 9 If thou the bending reed wouldst break By thought or word unkind, Pray that his spirit you partake, 12 Who loved and healed mankind: Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain, That make men one in love remain. 15 Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given For faith to kiss, and know; That greetings glorious from high heaven, 18 Whence joys supernal flow, Come from that Love, divinely near, Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 7 1 Through God, who gave that word of might Which swelled creation's lay: 3 "Let there be light, and there was light." What chased the clouds away? 'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud 6 A bow of promise on the cloud. Thou to whose power our hope we give, Free us from human strife. 9 Fed by Thy love divine we live, For Love alone is Life; And life most sweet, as heart to heart 12 Speaks kindly when we meet and part. |
| 6 | 5 | I\'m Sitting Alone | Show all text | 8 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy I'M SITTING ALONE 1 I'M sitting alone where the shado...ws fall 3 In somber groups at the vesper-call, Where tear-dews of night seek the loving rose, 6 Her bosom to fill with mortal woes. I'm waiting alone for the bridal hour Of nymph and naiad from woodland bower; 9 Till vestal pearls that on leaflets lay, Ravished with beauty the eye of day. I'm watching alone o'er the starlit glow, 12 O'er the silv'ry moon and ocean flow; And sketching in light the heaven of my youth — 15 Its starry hopes and its waves of truth. I'm dreaming alone of its changeful sky — What rainbows of rapture floated by! 18 Of a mother's love, that no words could speak When parting the ringlets to kiss my cheek. I'm thinking alone of a fair young bride, 21 The light of a home of love and pride; Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 9 1 How the glance of her husband's watchful eye Turned to his star of idolatry. 3 I'm picturing alone a glad young face, Upturned to his mother's in playful grace; And the unsealed fountains of grief and joy 6 That gushed at the birth of that beautiful boy. I'm weeping alone that the vision is fled, 9 The leaves all faded, the fruitage shed, And wishing this earth more gifts from above, Our reason made right and hearts all love. 12 Lynn, Mass., September 3, 1866. |
| 7 | 6 | The United States to Great Britain | Show all text | 10 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy THE UNITED STATES TO GREAT BRITAIN 1 HAIL, brot...her! fling thy banner To the billows and the breeze; 3 We proffer thee warm welcome With our hand, though not our knees. 6 Lord of the main and manor! Thy palm, in ancient day, Didst rock the country's cradle 9 That wakes thy laureate's lay. The hoar fight is forgotten; Our eagle, like the dove, 12 Returns to bless a bridal Betokened from above. List, brother! angels whisper 15 To Judah's sceptered race, — "Thou of the self-same spirit, Allied by nations' grace, 18 "Wouldst cheer the hosts of heaven; For Anglo-Israel, lo! Is marching under orders; 21 His hand averts the blow." Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 11 1 Brave Britain, blest America! Unite your battle-plan; 3 Victorious, all who live it, — The love for God and man. Boston Herald, Sunday, May 15, 1898. |
| 8 | 7 | Christ My Refuge | Show all text | 12 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy CHRIST MY REFUGE 1 O'ER waiting harpstrings of the mi...nd There sweeps a strain, 3 Low, sad, and sweet, whose meas- ures bind The power of pain, 6 And wake a white-winged angel throng Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song, 9 With love perfumed. Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show Life's burdens light. 12 I kiss the cross, and wake to know A world more bright. And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea 15 I see Christ walk, And come to me, and tenderly, Divinely talk. 18 Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock, Upon Life's shore, 'Gainst which the winds and waves can 21 shock, Oh, nevermore! Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 13 1 From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee, — 3 Father, where Thine own children are, I love to be. My prayer, some daily good to do 6 To Thine, for Thee; An offering pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me. |
| 9 | 8 | \"Feed My Sheep\" | Show all text | 14 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy "FEED MY SHEEP" 1 SHEPHERD, show me how to go ... O'er the hillside steep, 3 How to gather, how to sow, — How to feed Thy sheep; I will listen for Thy voice, 6 Lest my footsteps stray; I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way. 9 Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, Wound the callous breast, Make self-righteousness be still, 12 Break earth's stupid rest. Strangers on a barren shore, Lab'ring long and lone, 15 We would enter by the door, And Thou know'st Thine own; So, when day grows dark and cold, 18 Tear or triumph harms, Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, Take them in Thine arms; 21 Feed the hungry, heal the heart, Till the morning's beam; White as wool, ere they depart, 24 Shepherd, wash them clean. |
| 10 | 9 | The Valley Cemetery | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 15 THE VALLEY CEMETERY 1 YE soft sigh...ing zephyrs through foli- age and vine! 3 Ye echoing moans from the foot- steps of time! Break not on the silence, unless thou canst 6 bear A message from heaven — "No partings are there." 9 Here gloom hath enchantment in beauty's array, And whispering voices are calling away — 12 Their wooings are soft as the vision more vain — I would live in their empire, or die in their 15 chain. Here smileth the blossom and sunshine not dead — 18 Flowers fresh as the pang in the bosom that bled, — Yes, constant as love that outliveth the 21 grave, And time cannot quench in oblivion's wave. 16 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 And thou, gentle cypress, in evergreen tears, Art constant and hopeful though winter 3 appears. My heart hath thy verdure, it blossoms above; 6 Like thee, it endureth and liveth in love. Ambition, come hither! These vaults will unfold 9 The sequel of power, of glory, or gold; Then rush into life, and roll on with its tide, And bustle and toil for its pomp and its pride. 12 The tired wings flitting through far crimson glow, Which steepeth the trees when the day-god 15 is low; The voice of the night-bird must here send a thrill 18 To the heart of the leaves when the winds are all still. 'Mid graves do I hear the glad voices that 21 swell, And call to my spirit with seraphs to dwell; They come with a breath from the verdant 24 springtime, And waken my joy, as in earliest prime. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 17 1 Blest beings departed! Ye echoes at dawn! O tell of their radiant home and its morn! 3 Then I'll think of its glory, and rest till I see My loved ones in glory still waiting for me. |
| 11 | 10 | Upward | Show all text | 18 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy UPWARD 1 I'VE watched in the azure the ea...gle's proud wing, 3 His soaring majestic, and feather- some fling — Careening in liberty higher and higher — 6 Like genius unfolding a quenchless desire. Would a tear dim his eye, or pinion lose power 9 To gaze on the lark in her emerald bower? When higher he soareth to compass his rest, What vision so bright as the dream in his 12 breast! God's eye is upon him. He penciled his path 15 Whose omniscient notice the frail fledgling hath. Though lightnings be lurid and earthquakes 18 may shock, He r ides on the whirlwind or rests on the rock. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 19 1 My course, like the eagle's, oh, still be it high, Celestial the breezes that waft o'er its sky! 3 God's eye is upon me — I am not alone When onward and upward and heavenward borne. 6 Written in early years. |
| 12 | 11 | The Oak on the Mountain\'s Summit | Show all text | 20 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT ...1 OH, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand, — 3 Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand, — Nature divine, in harmony profound, 6 With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place 9 Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace, — And from thy lofty summit, pouring down 12 Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown? Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, 15 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. 18 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; 21 As grandly rising to the heavens above. |
| 13 | 12 | Woman\'s Rights | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 21 WOMAN'S RIGHTS 1 GRAVE on he...r monumental pile: She won from vice, by virtue's 3 smile, Her dazzling crown, her sceptered throne, 6 Affection's wreath, a happy home; The right to worship deep and pure, To bless the orphan, feed the poor; 9 Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, First at the tomb to hear his word: To fold an angel's wings below; 12 And hover o'er the couch of woe; To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet, The right to sit at Jesus' feet; 15 To form the bud for bursting bloom, The hoary head with joy to crown; In short, the right to work and pray, 18 "To point to heaven and lead the way." Lynn, Mass., May 6, 1876. |
| 14 | 13 | The New Century | Show all text | 22 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy THE NEW CENTURY 1 THOU God-crowned, patient century, ... Thine hour hath come! Eternity 3 Draws nigh — and, beckoning from above, One hundred years, aflame with Love, 6 Again shall bid old earth good-by — And, lo, the light! far heaven is nigh! New themes seraphic, Life divine, 9 And bliss that wipes the tears of time Away, will enter, when they may, And bask in one eternal day. 12 'Tis writ on earth, on leaf and flower: Love hath one race, one realm, one power. Dear God! how great, how good Thou art 15 To heal humanity's sore heart; To probe the wound, then pour the balm — A life perfected, strong and calm. 18 The dark domain of pain and sin Surrenders — Love doth enter in, And peace is won, and lost is vice: 21 Right reigns, and blood was not its price. Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., January, 1901. |
| 15 | 14 | To my Absent Brother | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 23 TO MY ABSENT BROTHER 1 DWELLS there a... shadow on thy brow — 3 A look that years impart? Does there a thought of van- ished hours 6 Come ever o'er thy heart? Or give those earnest eyes yet back An image of the soul, 9 Mirrored in truth, in light and joy, Above the world's control? So may their gaze be ever fraught 12 With utterance deep and strong, Yielding a holy strength to right, A stern rebuke to wrong! 15 Thy soul, upborne on wisdom's wings, In brighter morn will find Life hath a higher recompense 18 Than just to please mankind. Supreme and omnipresent God, Guide him in wisdom's way! 21 Give peaceful triumph to the truth, Bid error melt away! Lynn, Mass., November 8, 1866. |
| 16 | 15 | Signs of the Heart | Show all text | 24 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy SIGNS OF THE HEART 1 COME to me, joys of heaven! ... Breathe through the summer air 3 A balm — the long-lost leaven Dissolving death, despair! O little heart, 6 To me thou art A sign that never can depart. Come to me, peace on earth! 9 From out life's billowy sea, — A wave of welcome birth, — The Life that lives in Thee! 12 O Love divine, This heart of Thine Is all I need to comfort mine. 15 Come when the shadows fall, And night grows deeply dark; The barren brood, O call 18 With song of morning lark; And from above, Dear heart of Love, 21 Send us thy white-winged dove. Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., 1899. |
| 17 | 16 | Flowers | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 25 FLOWERS 1 MIRRORS of morn ... Whence the dewdrop is born, 3 Soft tints of the rainbow and skies — Sisters of song, 6 What a shadowy throng Around you in memory rise! Far do ye flee, 9 From your green bowers free, Fair floral apostles of love, Sweetly to shed 12 Fragrance fresh round the dead, And breath of the living above. Flowers for the brave — 15 Be he monarch or slave, Whose heart bore its grief and is still! Flowers for the kind — 18 Aye, the Christians who wind Wreaths for the triumphs o'er ill! Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., May 21, 1904. |
| 18 | 17 | To the Old Year — 1865 | Show all text | 26 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy TO THE OLD YEAR — 1865 1 PASS on, returnless year! ... The track behind thee is with 3 glory crowned; The turf where thou hast trod is holy ground. 6 Pass proudly to thy bier! Chill was thy midnight day, While Justice grasped the sword to hold her 9 throne, And on her altar our loved Lincoln's own Great willing heart did lay. 12 Thy purpose hath been won! Thou point'st thy phantom finger, grim and cold, 15 To the dark record of our guilt unrolled, And smiling, say'st, " 'Tis done! "This record I will bear 18 To the dim chambers of eternity — The chain and charter I have lived to see Purged by the cannon's prayer; Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 27 1 "Convulsion, carnage, war; The pomp and tinsel of unrighteous power; 3 Bloated oppression in its awful hour, — I, dying, dare abhor!" One word, receding year, 6 Ere thou grow tremulous with shadowy night! Say, will the young year dawn with wisdom's 9 light To brighten o'er thy bier? Or we the past forget, 12 And heal her wounds too tenderly to last? Or let today grow difficult and vast With traitors unvoiced yet? 15 Though thou must leave the tear, — Hearts bleeding ere they break in silence yet, Wrong jubilant and right with bright eye 18 wet, — Thou fast expiring year, Thy work is done, and well: 21 Thou hast borne burdens, and may take thy rest, Pillow thy head on time's untired breast. 24 Illustrious year, farewell! Lynn, Mass., January 1, 1866. |
| 19 | 18 | Invocation for 1868 | Show all text | 28 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy INVOCATION FOR 1868 1 FATHER of every age, Of ever...y rolling sphere, 3 Help us to write a death- less page Of truth, this dawning year! 6 Help us to humbly bow To Thy all-wise behest — Whate'er the gift of joy or woe, 9 Knowing Thou, knowest best. Aid our poor soul to sing Above the tempest's glee; 12 Give us the eagle's fearless wing, The dove's to soar to Thee! All-merciful and good, 15 Hover the homeless heart! Give us this day our daily food In knowing what Thou art! 18 Swampscott, Mass., January 1, 1868. |
| 20 | 19 | Christmas Morn | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 29 CHRISTMAS MORN 1 BLEST Christma...s morn, though murky clouds 3 Pursue thy way, Thy light was born where storm enshrouds 6 Nor dawn nor day! Dear Christ, forever here and near, No cradle song, 9 No natal hour and mother's tear, To thee belong. Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned, 12 The Bethlehem babe — Beloved, replete, by flesh embound — Was but thy shade! 15 Thou gentle beam of living Love, And deathless Life! Truth infinite, — so far above 18 All mortal strife, Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint: Fill us today 21 With all thou art — be thou our saint, Our stay, alway. December, 1898. |
| 21 | 20 | Easter Morn | Show all text | 30 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy EASTER MORN 1 GENTLY thou beckonest from the ... giant hills 3 The new-born beauty in the emer- ald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy 6 rills — O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh To glorify all time — eternity — 9 With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, 12 Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame Of right with might; and midst the rod, 15 And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, 18 Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire. While sacred song and loudest breath of praise 21 Echo amid the hymning spheres of light, — With heaven's lyres and angels' loving lays, — Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 31 1 Send to the loyal struggler for the right, Joy — not of time, nor yet by nature sown, 3 But the celestial seed dropped from Love's throne. Prolong the strain "Christ risen!" Sad sense, 6 annoy No more the peace of Soul's sweet solitude! Deep loneness, tear-filled tones of distant joy, 9 Depart! Glad Easter glows with grati- tude — Love's verdure veils the leaflet's wondrous 12 birth — Rich rays, rare footprints on the dust of earth. Not life, the vassal of the changeful hour, 15 Nor burdened bliss, but Truth and Love attest The solemn splendor of immortal power, — 18 The ever Christ, and glorified behest, Poured on the sense which deems no suffering vain 21 That wipes away the sting of death — sin, pain. Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., April 18, 1900. |
| 22 | 21 | Resolutions for the Day | Show all text | 32 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy RESOLUTIONS FOR THE DAY 1 TO rise in the morning and drink ...in the view — 3 The home where I dwell in the vale, The blossoms whose fragrance and charms 6 ever new Are scattered o'er hillside and dale; To gaze on the sunbeams enkindling the 9 sky — A loftier life to invite — A light that illumines my spiritual eye, 12 And inspires my pen as I write; To form resolutions, with strength from on high, 15 Such physical laws to obey, As reason with appetite, pleasures deny, That health may my efforts repay; 18 To kneel at the altar of mercy and pray That pardon and grace, through His Son, May comfort my soul all the wearisome day, 21 And cheer me with hope when 'tis done; Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 33 1 To daily remember my blessings and charge, And make this my humble request: 3 Increase Thou my faith and my vision enlarge, And bless me with Christ's promised rest; 6 To hourly seek for deliverance strong From selfishness, sinfulness, dearth, From vanity, folly, and all that is wrong — 9 With ambition that binds us to earth; To kindly pass over a wound, or a foe (And mem'ry but part us awhile), 12 To breathe forth a prayer that His love I may know, Whose mercies my sorrows beguile, — 15 If these resolutions are acted up to, And faith spreads her pinions abroad, 'Twill be sweet when I ponder the days may 18 be few That waft me away to my God. Written in girlhood. |
| 23 | 22 | O For Thy Wings, Sweet Bird! | Show all text | 34 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy O FOR THY WINGS, SWEET BIRD! 1 O FOR thy wings, sweet bird!... And soul of melody by being 3 blest — Like thee, my voice had stirred Some dear remembrance in a weary breast. 6 But whither wouldst thou rove, Bird of the airy wing, and fold thy plumes? In what dark leafy grove 9 Wouldst chant thy vespers 'mid rich glooms? Or sing thy love-lorn note — 12 In deeper solitude, where nymph or saint Has wooed some mystic spot, Divinely desolate the shrine to paint? 15 Yet wherefore ask thy doom? Blessed compared with me thou art — Unto thy greenwood home 18 Bearing no bitter memory at heart; Wearing no earthly chain, Thou canst in azure bright soar far above; 21 Nor pinest thou in vain O'er joys departed, unforgotten love. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 35 1 O take me to thy bower! Beguile the lagging hours of weariness 3 With strain which hath strange power To make me love thee as I love life less! From mortal consciousness 6 Which binds to earth — infirmity of woe! Or pining tenderness — Whose streams will never dry or cease to 9 flow; An aching, voiceless void, Hushed in the heart whereunto none reply, 12 And in the cringing crowd Companionless! Bird, bear me through the sky! 15 Written more than sixty years ago for the New Hampshire Patriot. |
| 24 | 23 | Come Thou | Show all text | 36 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy COME THOU 1 COME, in the minstrel's lay; When t...wo hearts meet, 3 And true hearts greet, And all is morn and May. Come Thou! and now, anew, 6 To thought and deed Give sober speed, Thy will to know, and do. 9 Stay! till the storms are o'er — The cold blasts done, The reign of heaven begun, 12 And Love, the evermore. Be patient, waiting heart: Light, Love divine 15 Is here, and thine; You therefore cannot part. "The seasons come and go: 18 Love, like the sea, Rolls on with thee, — But knows no ebb and flow. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 37 1 "Faith, hope, and tears, triune, Above the sod 3 Find peace in God, And one eternal noon." Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; 6 And I am blest! This is Thy high behest: Thou, here and everywhere. |
| 25 | 24 | Wish and Item | Show all text | 38 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy WISH AND ITEM 1 To the editor of the Item, Lynn, Mass.... I HOPE the heart that's hungry 3 For things above the floor, Will find within its portals An item rich in store; 6 That melancholy mortals Will count their mercies o'er, And learn that Truth and wisdom 9 Have many items more; That when a wrong is done us, It stirs no thought of strife; 12 And Love becomes the substance, As item, of our life; That every ragged urchin, 15 With bare feet soiled or sore, Share God's most tender mercies, — Find items at our door. 18 Then if we've done to others Some good ne'er told before, When angels shall repeat it, 21 'Twill be an item more. |
| 26 | 25 | Dedication of a Temperance Hall | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 39 DEDICATION OF A TEMPERANCE ... HALL 1 AUTHOR of all divine Gifts, lofty, pure, and free, 3 Temperance and truth in song sublime An offering bring to Thee! 6 A temple, whose high dome Rose from a water-cup; And from its altar to Thy throne 9 May we press on and up! And she — last at the cross, First at the tomb, who waits — 12 Woman — will watch to cleanse from dross The cause she elevates. Sons of the old Bay State, 15 Work for our glorious cause! And be your waiting hearts elate, Since temperance makes your laws. 18 "Temples of Honor," all, "Social," or grand, or great, This blazoned, brilliant temperance hall 21 To Thee we dedicate. 40 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 "Good Templars" one and all, Good "Sons," and daughters, too, 3 We dedicate this temperance hall To God, to Truth, and you! Lynn, Mass., August 4, 1866. |
| 27 | 26 | Lines | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 41 LINES 1 Come,... rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer. — Moore. 3 WAS that fold for the lambkin soft virtue's repose, Where the weary and earth- 6 stricken lay down their woes, — When the fountain and leaflet are frozen and sere, 9 And the mountains more friendless, — their home is not here? When the herd had forsaken, and left them 12 to stray From the green sunny slopes of the woodland away; 15 Where the music of waters had fled to the sea, And this life but one given to suffer and be? Was it then thou didst call them to banish 18 all pain, And the harpstring, just breaking, reecho again 21 To a strain of enchantment that flowed as the wave, Where they waited to welcome the murmur 24 it gave? 42 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Oh, there's never a shadow where sunshine is not, 3 And never the sunshine without a dark spot; Yet there's one will be victor, for glory and fame, 6 Without heart to define them, were only a name! Lynn, Mass., February 19, 1868. |
| 28 | 27 | To The Sunday School Children | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 43 TO THE SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN 1 WHO SE...NT ME THE PICTURE DEPICTIVE OF ISAIAH XI. JESUS loves you! so does mother: 3 Glad thy Eastertide: Loving God and one another, You in Him abide. 6 Ours through Him who gave you to us, — Gentle as the dove, Fondling e'en the lion furious, 9 Leading kine with love. Father, in Thy great heart hold them Ever thus as Thine! 12 Shield and guide and guard them; and, when At some siren shrine They would lay their pure hearts' off'ring, 15 Light with wisdom's ray — Beacon beams — athwart the weakly, Rough or treacherous way. 18 Temper every trembling footfall, Till they gain at last — Safe in Science, bright with glory — 21 Just the way Thou hast: 44 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Then, O tender Love and wisdom, Crown the lives thus blest 3 With the guerdon of Thy bosom, Whereon they may rest! Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., April 3, 1899. |
| 29 | 28 | Hope | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 45 HOPE 1 TIS borne on ...the zephyr at eventide's hour; 3 It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower, — An infinite essence from tropic to pole, 6 The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower, 9 And loosens the fetters of pride and of power; It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain, 12 To beautify, bless, and make joyful again. The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine; 15 The God-given mandate that speaks from above, — No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and 18 love. |
| 30 | 29 | To Etta | Show all text | 46 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy TO ETTA 1 FAIR girl, thy rosebud heart rests ... warm 3 Within life's summer bowers! Nor blasts of winter's angry storm, Nor April's changeful showers, 6 Its leaves have shed or bowed the stem; But gracefully it stands — A gem in beauty's diadem, 9 Unplucked by ruthless hands. Thus may it ripen into bloom, Fresh as the fragrant sod, 12 And yield its beauty and perfume An offering pure to God. Sweet as the poetry of heaven, 15 Bright as her evening star, Be all thy life in music given, While beauty fills each bar. 18 Lynn, Mass., December 8, 1866. |
| 31 | 30 | Nevermore | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 47 NEVERMORE 1 ARE the dear da...ys ever coming again, As sweetly they came of yore, 3 Singing the olden and dainty re- frain, Oh, ever and nevermore? 6 Ever to gladness and never to tears, Ever the gross world above; Never to toiling and never to fears, 9 Ever to Truth and to Love? Can the forever of happiness be Outside this ever of pain? 12 Will the hereafter from suffering free The weary of body and brain? Weary of sobbing, like some tired child 15 Over the tears it has shed; Weary of sowing the wayside and wild, Watching the husband fled; 18 Nevermore reaping the harvest we deem, Evermore gathering in woe — Say, are the sheaves and the gladness a 21 dream, Or to the patient who sow? Lynn, Mass., September 3, 1871. |
| 32 | 31 | Meeting of my Departed Mother and Husband | Show all text | 48 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy MEETING OF MY DEPARTED MOTHER AND HUSBAND 1 JOY... for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past 3 The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last — Beyond rough foam. 6 Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore — Spirit emancipate for this far shore — Thee to thy home. 9 "You've traveled long, and far from mortal joys, To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys, 12 Brave wrestler, lone. Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled; Man is not mortal, never of the dead: 15 The dark unknown. "When hope soared high, and joy was eagle- plumed, 18 Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed To pass away. 21 But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 49 1 Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped The dawning day. 3 "Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere, — Beyond the shadow, infinite appear Life, Love divine, — 6 Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled, And home and peace and hearts are found 9 and filled, Thine, ever thine. "Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on 12 earth, The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth All-unbeguiled? 15 Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye, — 18 What of my child?" "When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life, 21 She deemed I died, and could not know the strife At first to fill 24 That waking with a love that steady turns 50 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 To God; a hope that ever upward yearns, Bowed to His will. 3 "Years had passed o'er thy broken household band, When angels beckoned me to this bright land, 6 With thee to meet. She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow, 9 Rears the sad marble to our memory now, In lone retreat. "By the remembrance of her loyal life, 12 And parting prayer, I only know my wife, Thy child, shall come — Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed 15 rest — Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest, Of bliss the sum. 18 "When Love's rapt sense the heartstrings gently sweep With joy divinely fair, the high and deep, 21 To call her home, She shall mount upward unto purer skies; We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, 24 Our spirits' own!" |
| 33 | 32 | Isle of Wight | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 51 ISLE OF WIGHT 1 ON RECEIVING A ...PAINTING OF THE ISLE. ISLE of beauty, thou art singing 3 To my sense a sweet refrain; To my busy mem'ry bringing Scenes that I would see again. 6 Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, Is the moral that it brings; Nature, with the mind connecting, 9 Gives the artist's fancy wings. Soul, sublime 'mid human debris, Paints the limner's work, I ween, 12 Art and Science, all unweary, Lighting up this mortal dream. Work ill-done within the misty 15 Mine of human thoughts, we see Soon abandoned when the Master Crowns life's Cliff for such as we. 18 Students wise, he maketh now thus Those who fish in waters deep, When the buried Master hails us 21 From the shores afar, complete. 52 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordling In a beauty strong and meek 3 As the rock, whose upward tending Points the plane of power to seek. Isle of beauty, thou art teaching 6 Lessons long and grand, tonight, To my heart that would be bleaching To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight. |
| 34 | 33 | Spring | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 53 SPRING 1 COME to thy bowe...rs, sweet spring, And paint the gray, stark trees, 3 The bud, the leaf and wing — Bring with thee brush and breeze. And soft thy shading lay 6 On vale and woodland deep; With sunshine's lovely ray Light o'er the rugged steep. 9 More softly warm and weave The patient, timid grass, Till heard at silvery eve 12 Poor robin's lonely mass. Bid faithful swallows come And build their cozy nests, 15 Where wind nor storm can numb Their downy little breasts. Come at the sad heart's call, 18 To empty summer bowers, Where still and dead are all The vernal songs and flowers. 54 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 It may be months or years Since joyous spring was there. 3 O come to clouds and tears With light and song and prayer! |
| 35 | 34 | June | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 55 JUNE 1 WHENCE are thy... wooings, gentle June? 3 Thou hast a naiad's charm; Thy breezes scent the rose's breath; 6 Old Time gives thee her palm. The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn: The eve-bird's forest flute 9 Gives back some maiden melody, Too pure for aught so mute. The fairy-peopled world of flowers, 12 Enraptured by thy spell, Looks love unto the laughing hours, Through woodland, grove, and dell; 15 And soft thy footstep falls upon The verdant grass it weaves; To melting murmurs ye have stirred 18 The timid, trembling leaves. When sunshine beautifies the shower, As smiles through teardrops seen, 21 Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart, What hath the record been? 56 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 And thou wilt find that harmonies, In which the Soul hath part, 3 Ne'er perish young, like things of earth, In records of the heart. |
| 36 | 35 | Rondelet | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 57 RONDELET 1 The flowers of Ju...ne The gates of memory unbar: 3 The flowers of June Such old-time harmonies retune, I fain would keep the gates ajar, — 6 So full of sweet enchantment are The flowers of June. — James T. White. 9 WHO loves not June Is out of tune With love and God; 12 The rose his rival reigns, The stars reject his pains, His home the clod! 15 And yet I trow, When sweet rondeau Doth play a part, 18 The curtain drops on June; Veiled is the modest moon — Hushed is the heart. |
| 37 | 36 | Autumn | Show all text | 58 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy AUTUMN 1 QUICKLY earth's jewels disappear; ... The turf, whereon I tread, 3 Ere autumn blanch another year, May rest above my head. Touched by the finger of decay 6 Is every earthly love; For joy, to shun my weary way, Is registered above. 9 The languid brooklets yield their sighs, A requiem o'er the tomb Of sunny days and cloudless skies, 12 Enhancing autumn's gloom. The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, To scare my woodland walk, 15 And frightened fancy flees, to roam Where ghosts and goblins stalk. The cricket's sharp, discordant scream 18 Fills mortal sense with dread; More sorrowful it scarce could seem; It voices beauty fled. Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 59 1 Yet here, upon this faded sod, — O happy hours and fleet, — 3 When songsters' matin hymns to God Are poured in strains so sweet, My heart unbidden joins rehearse, 6 I hope it's better made, When mingling with the universe, Beneath the maple's shade. 9 Written in girlhood, in a maple grove. |
| 38 | 37 | Alphabet and Bayonet | Show all text | 60 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy ALPHABET AND BAYONET 1 IF fancy plumes aerial flight, ... Go fix thy restless mind 3 On learning's lore and wisdom's might, And live to bless mankind. 6 The sword is sheathed, 'tis freedom's hour, No despot bears misrule, Where knowledge plants the foot of power 9 In our God-blessed free school. Forth from this fount the streamlets flow, That widen in their course. 12 Hero and sage arise to show Science the mighty source, And laud the land whose talents rock 15 The cradle of her power, And wreaths are twined round Plymouth Rock, 18 From erudition's bower. Farther than feet of chamois fall, Free as the generous air, 21 Strains nobler far than clarion call Wake freedom's welcome, where Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 61 1 Minerva's silver sandals still Are loosed, and not effete; 3 Where echoes still my day-dreams thrill, Woke by her fancied feet. |
| 39 | 38 | The Country-Seat | Show all text | 62 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy THE COUNTRY-SEAT 1 WILD spirit of song, — midst th...e zephyrs at play 3 In bowers of beauty, — I bend to thy lay, And woo, while I worship in deep sylvan spot, 6 The Muses' soft echoes to kindle the grot. Wake chords of my lyre, with musical kiss, To vibrate and tremble with accents of bliss. 9 Here morning peers out, from her crimson repose, On proud Prairie Queen and the modest 12 Moss-rose; And vesper reclines — when the dewdrop is shed 15 On the heart of the pink — in its odorous bed; But Flora has stolen the rainbow and sky, To sprinkle the flowers with exquisite dye. 18 Here fame-honored hickory rears his bold form, And bares a brave breast to the lightning 21 and storm, Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 63 1 While palm, bay, and laurel, in classical glee, 3 Chase tulip, magnolia, and fragrant fringe- tree; And sturdy horse-chestnut for centuries hath 6 given Its feathery blossom and branches to heaven. Here is life! Here is youth! Here the poet's 9 world-wish, — Cool waters at play with the gold-gleaming fish; 12 While cactus a mellower glory receives From light colored softly by blossom and leaves; 15 And nestling alder is whispering low, In lap of the pear-tree, with musical flow. ¹ Dark sentinel hedgerow is guarding repose, 18 Midst grotto and songlet and streamlet that flows Where beauty and perfume from buds burst 21 away, And ope their closed cells to the bright, laughing day; 24 ¹An alder growing from the bent branch of a pear-tree. 64 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Yet, dwellers in Eden, earth yields you her tear, — 3 Oft plucked for the banquet, but laid on the bier. Earth's beauty and glory delude as the shrine 6 Or fount of real joy and of visions divine; But hope, as the eaglet that spurneth the sod, May soar above matter, to fasten on God, 9 And freely adore all His spirit hath made, Where rapture and radiance and glory ne'er fade. 12 Oh, give me the spot where affection may dwell In sacred communion with home's magic 15 spell! Where flowers of feeling are fragrant and fair, 18 And those we most love find a happiness rare; But clouds are a presage, — they darken my 21 lay: This life is a shadow, and hastens away. |
| 40 | 39 | To Ellen \"Sing Me That Song!\" | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 65 TO ELLEN. "SING ME THAT SONG!" 1 O SING... me that song! My spirit is sad, 3 Life's pulses move fitful and slow; A meeting with loved ones in dreams I have had, 6 Whose robes were as spotless as snow: A phantom of joy, it fled with the light, And left but a parting in air. 9 My soul is enchained to life's dreary night, O sing me "Sweet hour of prayer"! Ah, sleep, twin sister of death and of night! 12 My thoughts 'neath thy drap'ry still lie. Alas! that from dreams so boundless and bright 15 We waken to life's dreary sigh. Those moments most sweet are fleetest alway, For love claspeth earth's raptures not long, 18 Till darkness and death like mist melt away, To rise to a seraph's new song. O'er ocean or Alps, the stranger who roams 21 But gathers a wreath for his bier; For life hath its music in low minor tones, And man is the cause of its tear. 66 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 But drops of pure nectar our brimming cup fill, 3 When we walk by that murmuring stream; Or when, like the thrill of that mountain rill, Your songs float in memory's dream. 6 Sweet spirit of love, at soft eventide Wake gently the chords of her lyre, And whisper of one who sat by her side 9 To join with the neighboring choir; And tell how that heart is silent and sad, No melody sweeps o'er its strings! 12 'Tis breaking alone, but a young heart and glad — Might cheer it, perchance, when she sings. 15 Lynn, Mass., August 25, 1866. |
| 41 | 40 | Lines, On Visiting Pine Grove Cemetery | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 67 LINES, ON VISITING PINE GROVE ... CEMETERY 1 AH, why should the brief bliss of life's little day 3 Grow cold in this spot as the spirit- less clay, And thought be at work with the long- 6 buried hours, And tears be bedewing these fresh-smiling flowers! 9 Ah, wherefore the memory of dear ones deemed dead Should bow thee, as winds bow the tall wil- 12 low's head! Beside you they walk while you weep, and but pass 15 From your sight as the shade o'er the dark wavy grass. The cypress may mourn with her evergreen 18 tears, And, like the blue hyacinth, change not with years; 21 Yea, flowers of feeling may blossom above, To yield earth the fragrance of goodness and love; 68 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 So one heart is left me — she breathes in my ear, 3 "I'm living to bless thee; for this are we here." And when this sweet pledge to my lone heart 6 was given, Earth held but this joy, or this happiness heaven! 9 Here the rock and the sea and the tall wav- ing pine Enchant deep the senses, — subduing, sub- 12 lime; Yet stronger than these is the spell that hath power 15 To sweep o'er the heartstrings in memory's hour. Of the past 'tis the talisman, when we three 18 met, When the star of our friendship arose not to set; 21 And pure as its rising, and bright as the star, Be its course through our heavens, whether near or afar. 24 Lynn, Mass., August 24, 1865. |
| 42 | 41 | A Verse | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 69 A VERSE 1 MOTHER'S NEW... YEAR GIFT TO THE LITTLE CHILDREN FATHER-Mother God, 3 Loving me, — Guard me when I sleep; Guide my little feet 6 Up to Thee. TO THE BIG CHILDREN Father-Mother good, lovingly 9 Thee I seek, — Patient, meek, In the way Thou hast, — 12 Be it slow or fast, Up to Thee. |
| 43 | 42 | Truth | Show all text | 70 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy TRUTH 1 BEYOND the clouds, away I...n the dim distance, lay 3 A bright and golden shower At sunset's radiant hour, — Like to the soul's glad immortality, 6 Making this life divine, Making its waters wine, Giving the glory that eye cannot see. 9 In God there is no night, — Truth is eternal light, A help forever near; 12 For sinless sense is here In Truth, the Life, the Principle of man. Away, then, mortal sense! 15 Then, error, get thee hence, Thy discord ne'er in harmony began! Immortal Truth, — since heaven rang, 18 The while the glad stars sang To hail creation's glorious morn — As when this babe was born, 21 A painless heraldry of Soul, not sense, — Shine on our 'wildered way, Give God's idea sway, 24 And sickness, sin, and death are banished hence. Lynn, Mass., April, 1871. |
| 44 | 43 | \"The Liberty Bells\" | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 71 "THE LIBERTY BELLS" 1 THIS is... the hour they then foretold — When earth, inebriate with crime, 3 Laughed right to scorn, and guilt, grown bold, Knelt worshiping at mammon's shrine. 6 This is the hour! Corruption's band Is driven back; and periled right, Rescued by the "fanatic" hand, 9 Spans our broad heaven of light. Righteousness ne'er — awestruck or dumb — Feared for an hour the tyrant's heel! 12 Injustice to the combat sprang; God to the rescue — Liberty, peal! Joy is in every belfry bell — 15 Joy for the captive! Sound it long! Ye who have wept fourscore can tell The holy meaning of their song. 18 'Tis freedom's birthday — blood-bought boon! O war-rent flag! O soldier-shroud! 21 Thine be the glory — nor too soon Is heard your "Cry aloud!" 72 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 O not too soon is rent the chain And charter, trampling right in dust! 3 Till God is God no longer — ne'er again Quench liberty that's just. Lynn, Mass., February 3, 1865. |
| 45 | 44 | \"Memento\" | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 73 "MEMENTO" 1 Resp...ectfully inscribed to my friends in Lynn. I COME to thee 3 O'er the moonlit sea, When the hoarse wave revisits thy shore! 6 When waters shout, And the stars peep out, I am with thee in spirit once more. 9 Then list the moan Of the billows' foam, Laving with surges thy silv'ry beach! 12 Night's dewy eye, The sea-mew's lone cry, Witness my presence and utter my speech. 15 Pleasant a grave By the "Rock" or wave, And afar from life's turmoil its goal. 18 No sculptured lie, Or hypocrite sigh, E'er to mock the bright truth of the soul. 74 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 Friends, will not ye Think kindly of me, 3 In those moments to memory bestowed? Smile on me yet, O blue eyes and jet, 6 Soft as when parting thy sympathy glowed! March 3, 1867. |
| 46 | 45 | Communion Hymn | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 75 COMMUNION HYMN 1 SAW ye my Savio...ur? Heard ye the glad sound? 3 Felt ye the power of the Word? 'Twas the Truth that made us free, And was found by you and me 6 In the life and the love of our Lord. Mourner, it calls you, — "Come to my bosom, 9 Love wipes your tears all away, And will lift the shade of gloom, And for you make radiant room 12 Midst the glories of one endless day." Sinner, it calls you, — "Come to this fountain, Cleanse the foul senses within; 15 'Tis the Spirit that makes pure, That exalts thee, and will cure All thy sorrow and sickness and sin." 18 Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless, Life of all being divine: Thou the Christ, and not the creed; 21 Thou the Truth in thought and deed; Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. |
| 47 | 46 | Laus Deo | Show all text | 76 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy LAUS DEO! 1 The laying of the corner-stone o...f The Mother Church. LAUS DEO, it is done! 3 Rolled away from loving heart Is a stone. Lifted higher, we depart, 6 Having one. Laus Deo, — on this rock (Heaven chiseled squarely good) 9 Stands His church, — God is Love, and understood By His flock. 12 Laus Deo, night star-lit Slumbers not in God's embrace; Be awake; 15 Like this stone, be in thy place: Stand, not sit. Grave, silent, steadfast stone, 18 Dirge and song and shoutings low In thy heart Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No, 21 It has none, Laus Deo! |
| 48 | 47 | Our National Thanksgiving Hymn | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 77 OUR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING ... HYMN 1 GOD of the rolling year! to Thee we raise 3 A nation's holiest hymn in grateful praise! Plenty and peace abound at Thy behest, 6 Yet wherefore this Thy love? Thou knowest best! Thou who, impartial, blessings spreadst 9 abroad, Thou wisdom, Love, and Truth, — divinely God! 12 Who giveth joy and tears, conflict and rest, Teaching us thus of Thee, who knowest best! Ruler Supreme! to Thee we'll meekly bow, 15 When we have learned of Truth what Thou doest now — Why from this festive hour some dear lost 18 guest Bears hence its sunlit glow — Thou knowest best! 78 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 1 How have our honored dead fought on in gloom! 3 Peace her white wings will spread over their tomb; Why waited their reward, triumph and rest, 6 Till molds the hero form? Thou knowest best! Shades of our heroes! the Union now is one, 9 The star whose destiny none may outrun; Tears of the bleeding slave poured on her breast, 12 When to be wiped away, Thou knowest best! Thou who in the Christ hallowed its grief, — O meekest of mourners, while yet the chief, — 15 Give to the pleading hearts comfort and rest, In that benediction which knoweth best! Lynn, Mass., December 7, 1865. |
| 49 | 48 | Satisfied | Show all text | Poems by Mary Baker Eddy 79 SATISFIED 1 IT matter...s not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; 3 For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. 6 And of these stones, or tyrants' thrones, God able is To raise up seed — in thought and deed — 9 To faithful His. Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence! Our God is good. 12 False fears are foes — truth tatters those, When understood. Love looseth thee, and lifteth me, 15 Ayont hate's thrall: There Life is light, and wisdom might, And God is All. 18 The centuries break, the earth-bound wake, God's glorified! Who doth His will — His likeness still — 21 Is satisfied. Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., January, 1900. |
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