Liturgies are but temporary expressions of the Church's heart. The Bible is the immutable story of her husband's love. She must go on from grace to grace, and her song must vary from age to age, and her ancient melodies become unfitted to express her feelings; but He is the same for ever.

MS. 1842.

See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,
Down the wild swirls of the dark-brimming stream;
So fleet the works of men back to their earth again -- Ancient and holy things pass like a dream.

A Parable. 1848.