How long sometimes a day appears,
And weeks, how long are they,
Months move as slowly as if years—
Would never pass away.
Both months and years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone;
For day by day as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.
Days, months and years must have an end,
Eternity has none;
‘Twill always have as long to spend,
As when it first begun.
Great God! an infant cannot tell
How such a thing can be;
I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with Thee.
ML 08/02/1925