Voices of Spring | Plainfield Christian Science Church, Independent

Voices of Spring

From Miscellaneous Writings by

Page 329

         Mine is an obstinate penchant for nature in all her

3     moods and forms, a satisfaction with whatever is hers.

         And what shall this be named, a weakness, or a —


6     In spring, nature like a thrifty housewife sets the earth

         in order; and between taking up the white carpets and

         putting down the green ones, her various apartments are

9     dismally dirty.

         Spring is my sweetheart, whose voices are sad or glad,

         even as the heart may be; restoring in memory the sweet

12    rhythm of unforgotten harmonies, or touching tenderly

         its tearful tones.

         Spring passes over mountain and meadow, waking up

15    the world; weaving the wavy grass, nursing the timid

         spray, stirring the soft breeze; rippling all nature in

         ceaseless flow, with “breath all odor and cheek all bloom.”

18    Whatever else droops, spring is gay: her little feet trip

         lightly on, turning up the daisies, paddling the water-

         cresses, rocking the oriole’s cradle; challenging the sed-

21    entary shadows to activity, and the streams to race for the

         sea. Her dainty fingers put the fur cap on pussy-willow,

         paint in pink the petals of arbutus, and sweep in soft

24    strains her Orphean lyre. “The voice of the turtle is

         heard in our land.” The snow-bird that tarried through

         the storm, now chirps to the breeze; the cuckoo sounds

27    her invisible lute, calling the feathered tribe back to their

         summer homes. Old robin, though stricken to the heart

         with winter’s snow, prophesies of fair earth and sunny

30    skies. The brooklet sings melting murmurs to merry

Page 330

1     meadows; the leaves clap their hands, and the winds

         make melody through dark pine groves.

3     What is the anthem of human life?

         Has love ceased to moan over the new-made grave,

         and, looking upward, does it patiently pray for the per-

6     petual springtide wherein no arrow wounds the dove?

         Human hope and faith should join in nature’s grand har-

         mony, and, if on minor key, make music in the heart.

9     And man, more friendly, should call his race as gently

         to the springtide of Christ’s dear love. St. Paul wrote,

         “Rejoice in the Lord always.” And why not, since man’s

12    possibilities are infinite, bliss is eternal, and the conscious-

         ness thereof is here and now?

         The alders bend over the streams to shake out their

15    tresses in the water-mirrors; let mortals bow before the

         creator, and, looking through Love’s transparency, behold

         man in God’s own image and likeness, arranging in the

18    beauty of holiness each budding thought. It is good to

         talk with our past hours, and learn what report they

         bear, and how they might have reported more spirit-

21    ual growth. With each returning year, higher joys,

         holier aims, a purer peace and diviner energy, should

         freshen the fragrance of being. Nature’s first and last

24    lessons teach man to be kind, and even pride should

         sanction what our natures need. Popularity, — what is

         it? A mere mendicant that boasts and begs, and God

27    denies charity.

         When gentle violet lifts its blue eye to heaven, and

         crown imperial unveils its regal splendor to the sun;

30    when the modest grass, inhabiting the whole earth, stoops

         meekly before the blast; when the patient corn waits

         on the elements to put forth its slender blade, construct

Page 331

1     the stalk, instruct the ear, and crown the full corn in the

         ear, — then, are mortals looking up, waiting on God,

3     and committing their way unto Him who tosses earth’s

         mass of wonders into their hands? When downtrodden

         like the grass, did it make them humble, loving, obedi-

6     ent, full of good odor, and cause them to wait patiently

         on God for man’s rich heritage, — “dominion over all

         the earth”? Thus abiding in Truth, the warmth and

9     sunlight of prayer and praise and understanding will

         ripen the fruits of Spirit, and goodness will have its spring-

         tide of freedom and greatness.

12    When the white-winged dove feeds her callow brood,

         nestles them under her wings, and, in tones tremulous

         with tenderness, calls them to her breast, do mortals

15    remember their cradle hymns, and thank God for those

         redemptive words from a mother’s lips which taught

         them the Lord’s Prayer?

18               O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;

                     O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour;

                     Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!

21               Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night.

         Midst the falling leaves of old-time faiths, above the

         frozen crust of creed and dogma, the divine Mind-force,

24    filling all space and having all power, upheaves the earth.

         In sacred solitude divine Science evolved nature as thought,

         and thought as things. This supreme potential Principle

27    reigns in the realm of the real, and is “God with us,”

         the I AM.

         As mortals awake from their dream of material sen-

30    sation, this adorable, all-inclusive God, and all earth’s

         hieroglyphics of Love, are understood; and infinite Mind

Page 332

1     is seen kindling the stars, rolling the worlds, reflecting

         all space and Life, — but not life in matter. Wisely

3     governing, informing the universe, this Mind is Truth, —

         not laws of matter. Infinitely just, merciful, and wise,

         this Mind is Love, — but not fallible love.

6     Spring is here! and doors that closed on Christian

         Science in “the long winter of our discontent,” are open

         flung. Its seedtime has come to enrich earth and en-

9     robe man in righteousness; may its sober-suited autumn

         follow with hues of heaven, ripened sheaves, and harvest


Print this page

Share via email