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