There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!