I know as my life grows older
And mine eyes have clearer sight,
That under each rank wrong somewhere
There lies the root of Right ;
That each sorrow has its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed ;
But as sure as the sun brings morning,
Whatever is, is best.
I know that each sinful action,
As sure as the night brings shade,
Is somewhere, some time punished,
Though the hour be long delayed.
I know that the soul is aided
Sometimes by the heart's unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer--
But whatever is, is best.
I know there are no errors
In the great Eternal plan,
And all things work together
For the final good of man.
And I know when my soul speeds onward,
In its grand eternal quest,
I shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever is, is best.
The Star of Zion [Charlotte, N. C.] 22 Apr. 1899: 7.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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