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My Gods With Whom I Dwell

The Epoch —and—The Light of Reason Founded by James Allen, 1902Editor Mrs. James Allen Vol. XX. May 1918 No. 5 Surely as I have thought so shall it come to pass.—Isa. xiv. 24. Were I so tall to reach the pole,Or grasp the ocean in my span,I must be measured…
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Restfulness (Poem)

Be not anxious! The sweet lily growsIn calm, untroubled grandeur of repose;Her glorious raiment is not won by toil.Her purity no touch of earth can soil. Be not anxious, nor consume thy lifeIn following after wealth, with pain and strife.Thine own shall come, but not with care and fret;Thou shalt…
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Plans and Models

Those who know the ways of angels, as the Hindus say, the devas, tell us they give much joyful activity in the framing of great plans and schemes for the various phases of the mighty evolving that is always going on everywhere in our busy solar system. And we know…
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Love's Memories (Poem)

Let us wander by the fountain where the water lilies grow,Where the noisy ducks are splashing and the swans move to and fro.Let us wander where as children we once so happy played,To the pathway where our friendship in sweet innocence was made. Here is the spot so hallowed where…
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Thoughts Immortal

The Bishop was lying upon his bed, and had sent for me to give me a last exhortation and blessing, before I went to the old magician. As I entered the room he smiled faintly, and after having indicated that he wanted me to sit by his bed side he…
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Actions and Motives

It has been said that "The way to hell is paved with good intentions," and one frequently hears sin excused on the ground that it was done with a "good motive." There are actions which are bad-in-themselves, and there are actions which are good-in-themselves, and good intentions cannot make the…
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The Chant of the Strong (Poem)

Ye are strong in your gold and gear,Ye are strong in your flocks and herds,—Ye are strong in the charm of a stout right arm,And the pow’r of your burning words,And ye hold your weapons true—But the battle is not unto you. Do ye dare to look on your sin?Can…
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Yesterday

What shall I bring to lay upon thy bier,O Yesterday! thou day forever dead?With what strange garlands shall I crown thy head,Thou silent one? I remember when I was a little child one day a dear friend of my Father’s—a clergyman—came to see us, and I was ill in bed…
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To My Father (Poem)

I. Sometimes I vainly wish I had been bornIn some large mansion beautified by ageAs seems a little heaven when breaks the mornAdmired by all men—the uncouth and sage,So I had known the luxury of wealthWhere comes no worry how to make ends meet,But all that pleasure gives or makes…
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The Editor's Letter Box

Extract from Letter—"...and now that women have the vote, do you honestly think that they are capable of using it." Dear "Mere Man!" That is just one of the things that women will look after in the future. Granted that thousands out of the 6,000,000 will not be in the…
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Relationship

It is possible for every normal person to be so illuminated by Truth that they will become conscious of the fact of their relationship to everything that is around them. They will realize that they, as individuals, are, like everything else in the Universe, simply vehicles through which the Infinite…
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Life's Inspirations

Mrs. James Allen's Latest Book (By Book Lover) From the "Ilfracombe Chronicle" It was the opinion of the Athenian philosopher, Epicurus, that philosophy and happiness were practically synonymous, making pleasure and pain the criterion of good and evil. "Life’s Inspirations"—Mrs. James Allen’s latest book—embodies in some respects a similar philosophy,…
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Together (Poem)

I said "Life holds at least one perfect joy,A melody earth’s discords cannot quell,A rainbow light athwart the darkest cloud—We are together, therefore all is well." Then suddenly the music broke and ceased,The rainbow faded, joy as swiftly fled,For we were parted; "Can it be," I cried,"That I am living…
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Review

"Psalms of the West," a little book by Hon. Rollo Russell is now in its seventh edition. It was first published in 1889, and six editions were published anonymously, the popularity of which was doubtlessly won and maintained by its exquisite beauty of language and thought. The author, who is…
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A Broad Outlook

It will be generally admitted that there is much in the world that does not make for righteousness. There is often a great gulf fixed between spiritual progression and its opposite. Yet it is not always easy to see the gulf, which is hidden from our view by veneer. Conventional…
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Wealth

Not oaks alone are trees, nor roses flowers;Much humble wealth makes rich this world of ours.—Leigh Hunt "She is such a wealthy woman," she said, as a stranger passed us in the street. ‘Indeed," said I, "I should not have imagined so much if my eyes do not deceive me."…
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Meeting Our Obligations

In a popular book dealing with the law of karma, or consequence, as the author preferred to name it, there was made a very interesting suggestion. The writer said that in our world every being and everything was continually engaged in paying off its debts or obligations, Every action was…
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A Lesson Learned (Poem)

Before the war Death was a gloomy portalClosed to the living—hiding those who’d gone:But we have learned it leads to life immortal,Where boundless freedom crowns all work well done. So often open in these days of sorrow,Admitting loved ones who thro' sacrificeWin untold joy in that unknown tomorrowWhose glory well…
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A Sleep and a Forgetting

There are times when men and women partly awake, and realize that they are sleeping. Some sleep more soundly than others, and seldom, if ever, "move in their night of sleep," but dream on in the darkness, and their dreaming is painful and the dream unreal, but the sleeper knows…
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