poems by mary baker eddy
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Through God, who gave that word of might Which swelled creation's lay: "Let there be light, and there was light." What chased the clouds away? Twas 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.
