poems by mary baker eddy
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Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped The dawning day."
Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,—Beyond the shadow, infinite appear Life, Love divine,—Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled, And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, Thine, ever thine.
"Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth, The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth All-unbeguiled? Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,— What of my child?"
"When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life, She deemed I died, and could not know the strife At first to fill That waking with a love that steady turns
