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And will the wild cry then
As now ring through the unanswering air?
Will no God mingle with the sons of men?
Will still the eternal silence mock man's prayer?

Or do the night's wings bear
Answer, as only each one knows?
Can God who sends the sorrow, send repose?
Can God send hope, who sent despair?
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