Alfred Tennyson

“ 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;
That not a worm is cloven in vain ”

“ That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain. ”

“ 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; ”