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.

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.