walketh over the wave; on the ocean of events, mounting the billow or going down into the deep, the voice of him who stilled the tempest saith, “It is I; be not afraid.” Thus he bringeth us into the desired haven, the kingdom of Spirit; and the hues of heaven, tipping the dawn of everlasting day, joyfully whisper, “No drunkards within, no sorrow, no pain; and the glory of earth's woes is risen upon you, rewarding, satisfying, glorifying thy unfaltering faith and good works with the fulness of divine Love.”
| 'T was God who gave that word of might |
| Which swelled creation's lay, — |
| “Let there be light, and there was light,” — |
| That swept the clouds away; |
| 'T was Love whose finger traced aloud |
| A bow of promise on the cloud. |
Beloved brethren, are you ready to join me in this proposition, namely, in 1902 to begin omitting our annual gathering at Pleasant View, — thus breaking any seeming connection between the sacrament in our church and a pilgrimage to Concord? I shall be the loser by this change, for it gives me great joy to look into the faces of my dear church-members; but in this, as all else, I can bear the cross, while gratefully appreciating the privilege of meeting you all occasionally in the metropolis of my native State, whose good people welcome Christian Scientists.
The University Press, Cambridge, U. S. A.
