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poems by mary baker eddy
EASTER MORN
ENTLY thou beckonest from the giant hills The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills— O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh To glorify all time—eternity—With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame Of right with might; and midst the rod, And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.
While sacred song and loudest breath of praise Echo amid the hymning spheres of light,—With heaven's lyres and angels' loving lays,—
