Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final lawö Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 31.

Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final lawö Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 56, l.9^16.