"Evil is a negation: it never started with time, and it cannot keep pace with eternity."—Miscellaneous Writings, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 107.
The king thanked God: beneath him in the court
The dial recorded sun-lit hours serene,
While in the antechambers of his thought
Death with that old, false witness, time, had been;
But far within gleamed light of happier days
And purer worship, idols vanquished all,
A secret shrine—with calm expectant gaze
He turned from earthly succors to the wall.
Swift, swift God's ever eager answer flew,
And at the gate of thought arose a stir,
And a great wind in all its chambers blew,
As through them passed the strong-winged messenger,
Truth ever present; in the royal ears
Hope's clarion stilled the chant of Ichabod,
Faith brushed aside the cobweb-dream of years
And once again God's servant walked with God.
