Pulpit and Press (6th Edition) by Mary Baker Eddy
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page 39 of 90 (43%)
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The splendor of the sky Repeats its glory in the river's flow; And sculptured angels, on the gray church tower, Gaze on the world below. Dimly, as in a dream, I see the hurrying throng before me pass, But 'mid them all I only see _one_ face Under the meadow grass. Ah, love! I only know How thoughts of you forever cling to me: I wonder how the seasons come and go Beyond the sapphire sea? LILLIAN WHITING. April 15, 1888. (_Boston Herald_, January 7, 1895.) EXTRACT. A TEMPLE GIVEN TO GOD.--DEDICATION OF THE MOTHER CHURCH OF CHRISTIAN SCIENCE. |
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