VOICES OF SPRING – 10
When downtrodden like the grass, did it make them humble, loving, obedient, 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 sunlight of prayer and praise and understanding will ripen the fruits of Spirit, and goodness will have its springtide of freedom and greatness. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:4-11)
VOICES OF SPRING – 9
When gentle violet lifts its blue eye to heaven, and crown imperial unveils its regal splendor to the sun; 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 the stalk, instruct the ear, and crown the full corn in the ear, — then, are mortals looking up, waiting on God, and committing their way unto Him who tosses earth’s mass of wonders into their hands? (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:28-4)
VOICES OF SPRING – 8
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 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 denies charity. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:21-27)
VOICES OF SPRING – 7
The alders bend over the streams to shake out their 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 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 spiritual growth. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:14-21)
VOICES OF SPRING – 6
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 possibilities are infinite, bliss is eternal, and the consciousness thereof is here and now? (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:9-13)
VOICES OF SPRING – 5
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 perpetual springtide wherein no arrow wounds the dove? Human hope and faith should join in nature’s grand harmony, and, if on minor key, make music in the heart. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 330:3-8)
VOICES OF SPRING – 4
“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 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 skies. The brooklet sings melting murmurs to merry meadows; the leaves clap their hands, and the winds make melody through dark pine groves. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 329:24-2)
VOICES OF SPRING – 3
Spring passes over mountain and meadow, waking up 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.” Whatever else droops, spring is gay: her little feet trip lightly on, turning up the daisies, paddling the watercresses, rocking the oriole’s cradle; challenging the sedentary 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 strains her Orphean lyre. (Eddy, Mary Baker, Misc Writ 329:14-24)
