gns, and that this earth shall some time rejoice
in His supreme rule,--that the tired watchmen on the

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walls of Zion, and the true Christian Scientist at the foot [1]
of the mount of revelation, shall look up with shouts and
thanksgiving,--that God's law, as in divine Science,
shall be finally understood; and the gospel of glad tidings
bring "on earth peace, good will toward men." [5]

The Cry Of Christmas-Tide

Metaphysics, not physics, enables us to stand erect
on sublime heights, surveying the immeasurable universe
of Mind, peering into the cause which governs all effects,
while we are strong in the unity of God and man. There [10]
is "method" in the "madness" of this system,--since
madness it seems to many onlookers. This method sits
serene at the portals of the temple of thought, while
the leaders of materialistic schools indulge in mad
antics. Metaphysical healing seeks a wisdom that is [15]
higher than a rhubarb tincture or an ipecacuanha pill.
This method is devout enough to trust Christ more than
it does drugs.

Meekly we kneel at our Master's feet, for even a crumb
that falleth from his table. We are hungry for Love, [20]
for the white-winged charity that heals and saves; we
are tired of theoretic husks,--as tired as was the prodi-
gal son of the carobs which he shared with the swine,
to whom he fed that wholesome but unattractive food.
Like him, we would find our Father's house again-- [25]
the perfect and eternal Principle of man. We thirst
for inspiring wine from the vine which our Father tends.
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feebleness calls for help, "Rise and walk." We rejoice [1]
to say, in the spirit of our Master, "Stretch forth thy
hand, and be whole!"

When the Pharisees saw Jesus do such deeds of mercy,
they went away and took counsel how they might remove [5]
him. The antagonistic spirit of evil is still abroad; but
the greater spirit of Christ is also abroad,--risen from
the grave-clothes of tradition and the cave of ignorance.
Let the sentinels of Zion's watch-towers shout once
again, "Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is [10]
given."

In different ages the divine idea assumes different
forms, according to humanity's needs. In this age it
assumes, more intelligently than ever before, the form
of Christian healing. This is the babe we are to cherish. [15]
This is the babe that twines its loving arms about the
ne