“O glorious Truth! O Mother Love! how has the sense
of Thy children grown to behold Thee! and how have [25]
many weary wings sprung upward! and how has our
Model, Christ, been unveiled to us, and to the age!”
I look at the rich devices in embroidery, silver, gold,
and jewels,—all gifts of Christian Scientists from all
parts of our nation, and some from abroad,—then al- [30]
most marvel at the power and permanence of affection [1]
under the régime of Christian Science! Never did grati-
tude and love unite more honestly in uttering the word