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 Joys that joys estrange, and griefs that griefs estrange not, Day that yearns for night, and night that yearns for day, As a vesture shalt thou change them, and they change not, Seeing that change may never change or pass away.

Life of death makes question, 'What art thou that changest? What am I, that fear should trust or faith should doubt? I that lighten, thou that darkenest and estrangest, Is it night or day that girds us round about? Light and darkness on the ways wherein thou rangest Seem as one, and beams as clouds they put to rout. Strange is hope, but fear of all things born were strangest, Seeing that none may strive with change to cast it out.