What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me. - Robert Browning

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;
What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.

Oh never star
Was lost here but it rose afar.

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it. This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,— His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit.
That has the world here—should he need the next, Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him.