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The Companionship of Nature

The Epoch —and—The Light of Reason Founded by James Allen, 1902Editor Mrs. James Allen Vol. XX. January 1918 No. 7 One of the most fascinating things a country ramble offers you is to trace a stream to its source. Those of us who have lived in the country, and have…
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And Not by Eastern Windows Only

It is difficult to appraise the value of Present happenings. When the waters are out and the old landmarks are being swept away, it is rash to prophesy what will appear when the deluge is past, and the floods subside. It is doubtful whether any people can justly estimate the…
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Active Service Thoughts (Poem)

Love's Garden of Rest From this sad world with its vain passing showI turn in weariness and pain aside,Into a garden where fair flowers growIn silent peace, free from war's surging tide. And in the garden fair—a temple shrineWith open portal bidding me go in, Upon an altar Love’s emblems…
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Renunciation

Those who would attain to real happiness, and who would make their lives fragrant to all with whom they come into contact, must cultivate that spirit which holds nothing for itself, because of the realization that everything which contributes to human happiness is the inheritance of all irrespective of creed…
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Renunciation (Poem)

Lines written after reading "Epoch" leaflet "My Gold," by Mrs. James Allen I loved my gold, and hugged it to my heart:'Twas as the face of my Beloved, so dear,Its very blemishes my love made clear.But as I slept, One came, took it apartFrom me, and turned as though He…
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Surveys and Reflections

Receipts On account of the increase in the postage rates all Subscriptions and Donations will be acknowledged in The Epoch following the receiving of each, and not by separate post. Will my readers take such acknowledgement as the only one. All who send a donation towards the Maintenance Fund will…
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Who is Heir to Paradise (Poem)

Remember that the sin and shame of the world are your sin and shame, for you are a part of it; your Karma is inextricably interwoven with the great Karma.—Light on the Path Rabbi Borak, in the crowded market-place, one dayMet with Elijah on the broad and open way,And falling…
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Well-Doing

Be not weary in well-doing, in due season you shall reap if you faint not.—Galatians 6:9 The above text was especially brought home to me the other day, and thinking they may prove helpful, I venture to give a few thoughts as they have occurred to me. In well-doing, we…
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The Upward Path (Poem)

(On Active Service in Palestine) God speaks to us,In every phase of life we hear His voice,And by our wills, we have a wondrous choice,For we can listen or by callous mienPut self between. If self be first,Then all the baser side of life is seen.Hearts that were warm, grow…
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The Law of Liberty

When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth’s aching breastRuns a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,And the slave, where’er he cowers, feels the soul within him climbTo the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublimeOf a century bursts full-blossomed on the…
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Thought's Freedom (Poem)

Though fettered to the earth enthralled by war,Enduring all the pain of hellish strife,My thoughts soar upwards into realms afar,And bring me into touch with sweeter life. Forgotten are the anguished ills of earth—The wasteful processes involved in time,The issues which affect my human birth,So marred by hateful avarice and…
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Little Things

I come in the little things,Saith the Lord;My starry wingsI do forsake,Love’s pathway of humility to take:Meekly I fit my stature to your need.—Evelyn Underhill. "Immanence" All the day and for several days these lines of Evelyn Underhill’s have been singing themselves in my ear, as if they had some…
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Our Task (Poem)

Narrow our field of tillage, short our tenancy,But Thine Infinity, O God, and Thine Eternity.Here, resting now upon our little deeds and shortened days,Stretch out and onward and forever, Our problems fit and fill our boundaries,Our labor ends at sunset, at Thy feetWe leave the plough when twilight calls us…
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The Sage and the Thinker

From that wonderful and helpful book by Maurice Maeterlink Wisdom and Destiny, published by George Allen). There are some profound thinkers, such as Pascal, Schopenhaurer, Hello, who seem not to have been happy, for all that the sense of the infinite, universal, eternal, was loftily throned in their soul. But…
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The Editor's Letter Box

Dear Teacher, For long I have been gaining light and joy through the pages of the Epoch, and especially through the Letter Box. May I now make a confession to you? I have wanted to for some weeks, but a very selfish thought has kept me from doing so, and…
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Priesthood

There is something in the character of the British people which has brought about an almost national abhorrence of what is termed priest-craft, which is not wholly due to the glaring abuses of the priestly function in medieval times. The British man or woman resents any intrusion into the sacred…
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A Trip to the Country

Let us try to see God in everything, by seeing goodness and beauty in everything and everywhere—a glory resting upon all.—God the Beautiful, by E. P. B. The sun had set, and the deep blue of the sky was unflecked by any cloud. Only in the West a broad amber…
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A Prayer (Poem)

Infinite Nearness! Thee I see revealedIn song of bird, the flower at my door,The happy laughter of a little child,The star at night, the pebble on the shore,Each unto each allied, and all in Thee,Thou tender, loving, grand Reality,Who art so near, so near! Mystery shrouds Thee, but today I…
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