art ever the same?

Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands?

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;

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The evil is null, is naught, 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.

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All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of

good shall exist;