THERE was never a rose, in its true light seen,
That faded and perished; was ne'er a green
Of spring-time that died to a winter's gray,
Nor a night that fell on eternal day.
There was never a shadow but seemed to be,
There was never a lapse from reality;
And Man, as he is, never discord knew,
Never sorrowed nor suffered,— since Truth is true.
There was never a struggle to be set free
From the limits placed on Infinity;
There was never a cloud shadowed Love's sweet face,
There was never a lie found in Truth a place.
