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poems by mary baker eddy
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From tired joy and grief afar,
  And nearer Thee,—
Father, where Thine own children are,
  I love to be.

My prayer, some daily good to do
  To Thine, for Thee;
An offering pure of Love, whereto
  God leadeth me.