In the Land of the Midnight Sun
BY M. H. L.
From the December 12, 1901 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel
On the deck, in the bright evening sunlight of that region, sat a Christian Scientist, who thought, “Will Love open a way to place our Leader’s book with these seekers?” An earnest prayer arose that Love would open the way.
Soon they came on deck and laughter and gaiety prevailed. A young artist came from the crowd towards the Scientist, and asked, “May I make a sketch for you? If we find the North Pole it will be a pleasant souvenir.” Underneath the animated conversation which followed, flowed the silent current of thought, “Are you to be Love’s messenger?” Another joins the couple, another, a small group gathers. In the course of conversation the subject of freedom is introduced. A young Hollander spoke with much sympathy of the deplorable condition of the Boers, and an earnest, impulsive voice cried out, “I wrote a poem on the subject the other day; shall I give it?” On receiving unanimous assent, he recited from memory.
To Be Free.
The bird in the tree still sings;
Hear you the message it brings?
Out of its sad, mad, glad turmoil
A message that cleanses the tired soul’s soil,
“Freedom is won through toil.”
Here surely was the time. The poem was written in the sketch-book of the writer, who with eager haste excused herself for a few moments, and went to her stateroom, where she securely did up a copy of “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” the wonderful book we all know so well, written by our beloved Mother, Mary Baker G. Eddy, which tells us so clearly how to be free, and carried it back on deck. She said, “You have given me a gift, may I give you one? Promise me to open it when everything looks dark and hope seems to fail. Of one thing you may feel sure “thoughts like these never freeze.” The prayer was answered. “As the Psalmist saith, ‘Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth is Mount Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.’ It is indeed a city of the Spirit, fair, royal, and square. Northward, its gates open to the North Star” (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker G. Eddy, p. 567). Love claims the Universe.