painWhere is this reality?
All that I see fades away,
All that I touch withers;
Yet the pain,
The pain remains,
The pain is real:
It comprehends
The counsels of eternity,
And the transactions of time;
It brings a unity
To the changing patterns
That surround us;
I hear the promise,
Yet I bear the performance:
One is favor,
The other is act;
And all in between is pain:
It is an exacting harmony.

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