The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfills himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May he within himself make pure! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. . . .
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Idylls of the King. The Passing of Arthur.
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