The pillar of the eternal plan appears;
The raving storm and dashing wave defies,
Built by that Architect who built the skies.
Cowper.
But what is Truth? ’Twas Pilate’s question, put
To Truth itself, that deigned him no reply.
And wherefore? Will not God impart His light
To them that ask it? Freely,—’tis His joy,
His glory, and His nature, to impart.
But to the proud, uncandid, insincere,