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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Good

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
         Will be the final end of ill,
         To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
 
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
         That not one life shall be destroy’d,
         Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
 
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
         That not a moth with vain desire
         Is shrivell’d in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.
 
Behold, we know not anything;
         I can but trust that good shall fall
         At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
 
So runs my dream: but what am I?
         An infant crying in the night:
         An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.

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