"The Gabriel of His presence has no contests."—Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 567.
Sometimes the watches of the night so slowly seem to run,
Sometimes it seems that we must gain small victories, one by one.
Then morning-bright, lest we despair, the blessing from above,
The holy benediction falls, the voice of heavenly Love,
That knows no struggling child of earth, but only man divine:
Son, thou art ever with me, and all I have is thine.
Sometimes our triumphs seem so swift, sometimes our path so fair;
Sometimes we only speak the word and all we ask is there.
Then comes to guard from selfish pride in selfless victories won
A vision of the perfect self, the Father's well-loved son,
Who needeth not to strive, but doth in matchless glory shine:
Son, thou art ever with me, and all I have is thine.
