22
poems by mary baker eddy
THE NEW CENTURY

'Tis writ on earth, on leaf and flower: Love hath one race, one realm, one power. Dear God! how great, how good Thou art To heal humanity's sore heart; To probe the wound, then pour the balm—A life perfected, strong and calm. The dark domain of pain and sin Surrenders—Love doth enter in, And peace is won, and lost is vice: Right reigns, and blood was not its price.
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., January, 1901.