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Oh yet we trust that somehow good / Will be the final goal 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;