fresh upon her.

He had shed the glory of Love and Fame In a golden halo about her; She had shared his triumphs and worn his name:  But, alas! he had died without her. He had wandered in many a distant realm, And never had left her behind him, But now, with a spectral shape at the helm, He had sailed where she could not find him.

It was only a thought, that came that day In the midst of the muffled drumming And funeral music and sad display, That I knew was right and becoming Only a thought as the mourning train Moved, column after column, Bearing the dead to the burial plain With a reverence grand as solemn.

 

ILLUSION

God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord,” I said, “The earth below, and the sky o’er head, And the dead whom once I knew?”

“That was a dream,” God smiled and said—  “A dream that seemed to be true. There were no people, living or dead, There was no earth, and no sky o’erhead; There was only Myself—in you.”

“Why do I feel no fear,” I asked,  “Meeting You here this way? For I have sinned I know full well? And is there heaven, and is there hell, And is this the judgment day?”

“Say, those were but dreams,” the Great God said,  “Dreams, that have ceased to be. There are no such things as fear or sin, There is no you—you never have been—  There is nothing at all but Me.”

 

ASSERTION

I am serenity. Though passions beat Like mighty billows on my helpless heart, I know beyond them lies the perfect sweet  Serenity, which patience can impart. And when wild tempests in my bosom rage, “Peace, peace,” I cry, “it is my heritage.”

I am good health. Though fevers rack my brain And rude disorders mutilate my strength, A perfect restoration after pain, I know shall be my recompense at length. And so through grievous day and sleepless night, “Health, health,” I cry, “it is my own by right.”

I am success. Though hungry, cold, ill-clad, I wander for awhile, I smile and say, “It is but for a time—I shall be glad To-morrow, for good fortune comes my way. God is my father, He has wealth untold, His wealth is 

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