Sad hours and glad hours, and all hours, pass over; One thing unshaken stays: Life, that hath Death for spouse, hath Chance for lover; Whereby decays Each thing save one thing: – mid this strife diurnal Of hourly change begot, Love that is God-born, bides as God eternal, And changes not; – Nor means a tinseled dream pursuing lovers Find altered by-and-bye, When, with possession, time anon discovers Trapped dreams must die, – For he that visions God, of mankind gathers One manlike trait alone, And reverently imputes to Him a father’s Love for his son.
