A day is as a thousand years,
And a thousand years as a day.
Thy will, O God, is sure alway;—
This faith our darkness cheers:—
Thine, equally, the flying day,
And the march of a thousand years!
ASSURANCE.
Not where the Martyrs knelt, but where we kneel,
Is holy ground for us and ours;—
Not what the Saints have felt, but what we feel,