[Written for the Sentinel]

The Constancy of Christ

Lo, life goes on. Amid the vague disposalsOf jarring sense, of ignorance, and sin,Thy constancy grows daily surer founded,—Upholding those affrighted at the din.And, feeling it, the swaying earth seems steadier,The toil less vain, and circumstance less odd,The day grows brighter, and the night less fearful,—And we believe in thee, O Son of God.

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