I Think Of Thee

Manuscript Description: Typewritten on unlined paper, with edits in pencil in Mary Baker Eddy’s handwriting.

Archival Note: An archivist note on this document reads, "Published in the Christian Science Sentinel of April 2, 1904." See image of original for Mary Baker Eddy’s handwritten edits.

Editorial Note: This poem was originally written by Mary Baker Eddy in 1857, but she likely made the edits in 1904. It was published in the April 2, 1904, issue of the Christian Science Sentinel and the April 1904 issue of The Christian Science Journal under the title "Constancy." A note at the top indicated that it was "written many years ago." It was later republished in Eddy's book Poems.

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Composed in 1857.

I THINK OF THEE.

By Mrs Mary B. G. Eddy

When starlight melts to morning's hue, I; miss thee as the flower the dew; When noonday's lengthening shadows flee, [?] Unclear or illegible I think of thee, I think of thee.Archival Note: This period is circled.

So evening [?] Unclear or illegible mem'ries reappear, I watch thy chair and wish thee here; Then sink to sleep, with fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee.

Since first we met— through weal or woe— It hath been thus, and must be so; Till bursting bonds this vision part, And love divine hath filled my heart.

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Composed in 1857.

I THINK OF THEE.

By
By Mrs Mary B. G. Eddy

When starlight meelts to morning's hue, [?] Unclear or illegible I; miss thee as the flower the dew; When noonday's lengthening shadows flee, [?] Unclear or illegible I think of Tthee, I think of thee.Archival Note: This period is circled.

So coming evening [?] Unclear or illegible memo'ries reappear, I watch thy chair and wish thee here; Then sink to sleep, with fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee.

Since first we met:— through weal or woe— It hath been thus, and must be so; Till bursting bonds this vision part, And love divine hath filled my heart.

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