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Good, the Final Goal

Improvement Era, vol. 9, no. 7, May 1906, p. 527

Tennyson

GOOD THE FINAL GOAL. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. —Tennyson.