In 1896 it goes without saying, preeminent over igno- rance or envy, that Christian Science _is founded by its_ _discoverer_, and built upon the rock of Christ. The el- [10] ements of earth beat in vain against the immortal parapets of this Science. Erect and eternal, it will go on with the ages, go down the dim posterns of time unharmed, and on every battle-field rise higher in the estimation of thinkers and in the hearts of Christians. [15] CHAPTER XI. POEMS [Page 384.] Come Thou Come, in the minstrel’s lay; [2] When two hearts meet, And true hearts greet, And all is morn and May. [5] Come Thou! and now, anew, To thought and deed Give sober speed, Thy will to know, and do. Stay! till the storms are o’er— [10] The cold blasts done, The reign of heaven begun, And Love, the evermore. Be patient, waiting heart: Light, Love divine [15] Is here, and thine; You therefore cannot part. “The seasons come and go: Love, like the sea, Rolls on with thee,— [20] But knows no ebb and flow. [Page 385.] “Faith, hope, and tears, triune, [1] Above the sod Find peace in God, And one eternal noon.” Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; [5] And I am blest! This is Thy high behest: Thou, here and _everywhere_. Meeting Of My Departed Mother And Husband “Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past [10] The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last— Beyond rough foam. Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore— Spirit emancipate for this far shore— Thee to thy home. [15] “You’ve travelled long, and far from mortal joys, To Soul’s diviner sense, that spurns such toys, Brave wrestler, lone. Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled; Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20] The dark unknown. “When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed, Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed To pass away. But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25] Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped The dawning day. [Page 386.] “Intensely grand and glorious life’s sphere,— [1] Beyond the shadow, infinite appear Life, Love divine,— Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled, And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5] Thine, ever thine. “Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth, The toiler tireless for Truth’s new birth All-unbeguiled? Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10] This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,— What of my child?” “When, severed by death’s dream, I woke to Life, She deemed I died, and could not know the strife At first to fill [15] That waking with a love that steady turns To God; a hope that ever upward yearns, Bowed to His will.