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Blessed are those who have not seen, And who have yet believed The witness, here that has not been, From heaven they have received.

Blessed are those who have not known The things that stand before them, And for a vision of their own Can piously ignore them.

So let me think whate'er befall, That in the city duly Some men there are who love at all, Some women who love truly;

And that upon two millions odd Transgressors in sad plenty, Mercy will of a gracious God Be shown—because of twenty.

spend uncounted years of pain, Again, again, and yet again, In working out in heart and brain The problem of our being here; To gather facts from far and near, Upon the mind to hold them clear, And, knowing more may yet appear, Unto one's latest breath to fear The premature result to draw— Is this the object, end and law, And purpose of our being here?