Serenity

Would error nullify the good,Unfolding now before our sight?'Tis but as clouds across the sunThat, passing, veil awhile its light.

Would error urge there is no peace;That all our work is done in vain?'Tis but as dust on leaf and budThat vanishes with falling rain.

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