It is good that each and all shall prosper, serving those who find in one
form of belief or another their best aid and guidance, and that all meet
on common ground in the great essentials of love to God and love to man as
a signal proof of the divine origin of humanity which finds no rest until
it finds the peace of the Lord in spirituality. They all teach that one
great truth, that
God's greatness flows around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness, His rest.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
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I add on the following page a little poem that I consider superbly
sweet--from my friend, Miss Whiting, the talented author of "The World
Beautiful."--M.B. EDDY.
AT THE WINDOW
[Written for the _Traveller_]
The sunset, burning low,
Throws o'er the Charles its flood of golden light.
Dimly, as in a dream, I watch the flow
Of waves of light.
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?
LILIAN WHITING.
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