Poems of Pleasure — Whatever Is - Is Best

WHATEVER IS--IS BEST.

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, sometime punished, Tho’ 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.