"WELL ‑‑ What are ages and the lapse of time Match'd against truths, as lasting as sublime? Can length of years on God Himself exact? Or make that fiction, which was once a fact? No ‑‑ marble and recording brass decay, And, like the graver's memory, pass away; The works of man inherit, as is just, Their author's frailty, and return to dust; But Truth divine for ever stands secure, Its head is guarded as its base is sure; Fix'd in the rolling flood of endless years, The pillar of the eternal plan appears, The raving storm and dashing wave defies, Built by that Architect who built the skies." WILLIAM COWPER
Sunday, June 08, 2008
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