[Written for the Traveller]
The sunset, burning low,
Throws o'er the Charles its flood of golden light.
Dimly, as in a dream, I watch the flow
Of waves of light.
The splendor of the sky
Repeats its glory in the river's flow;
And sculptured angels, on the gray church tower,
Gaze on the world below.
Dimly, as in a dream,
I see the hurrying throng before me pass,
But 'mid them all I only see one face,
Under the meadow grass.
Ah, love! I only know
How thoughts of you forever cling to me:
I wonder how the seasons come and go
Beyond the sapphire sea?
Lilian Whiting.
April 15, 1888.
[Boston Herald, January 7, 1895]
[Extract]
A Temple Given to God—Dedication of The Mother Church of Christian Science
Novel Method of Enabling Six Thousand Believers to Attend the Exercises—The Service Repeated Four Times—Sermon by Rev. Mary Baker Eddy, Founder of the Denomination—Beautiful Room Which the Children Built
With simple ceremonies, four times repeated, in the presence of four different congregations, aggregating nearly six thousand persons, the unique and costly edifice erected in Boston at Norway and Falmouth Streets as a home for The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and a testimonial to the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science, Rev. Mary Baker Eddy, was yesterday dedicated to the worship of God.