Truth Divine

 

 

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 forever stands secure,

Its head as guarded, as its base is sure;

Fixed in the rolling flood of endless years,

The pillar of the eternal plan appears;

The waving storm and dashing wave defies,

Built by that Architect who built the skies.

 

 

--- Cowper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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