That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete.
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.
—Alfred Tennyson.
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