poems by mary baker eddy
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TO MY ABSENT BROTHER
WELLS there a shadow on thy brow— A look that years impart? Does there a thought of vanished hours Come ever o'er thy heart? Or give those earnest eyes yet back An image of the soul, Mirrored in truth, in light and joy, Above the world's control?
So may their gaze be ever fraught With utterance deep and strong, Yielding a holy strength to right, A stern rebuke to wrong!
Thy soul, upborne on wisdom's wings, In brighter morn will find Life hath a higher recompense Than just to please mankind.
Supreme and omnipresent God, Guide him in wisdom's way! Give peaceful triumph to the truth, Bid error melt away!
Lynn, Mass., November 8, 1866.
