Poem November 13, 1948 Issue

ENDLESS DAY

Edith Fullerton Scott

How old are you? As old as God,
Who maketh all things new.
He's ageless and harmonious;
His likeness, dear, are you.

So do not measure time by years;
Such limits cast away.
Eternity knows nought of them—
Real life is endless day,

A day that has no setting sun,
Hence no depressing night.
The Word He spoke is potent still;
There always will be light.

Edith Fullerton Scott

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