Robert Browning

For thence,--a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,--
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
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For thence,--a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,--
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
What I aspired to be,
And was not, comforts me:
A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as
before;
The evil is null, is read more

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.

Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure read more

Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.