Classic Poem

After the fever and wear of the day,
After gain has made the worst and the best of the body,
After loss has made the worst and the best of the soul,
After struggle has made the worst and the best of peace,
After disorder has made the worst and the best of law,
After fragments of life everywhere have made the worst and the best of the whole of life everywhere,
Then the night comes, and the night's reaffirmation, and everything goes back to its place.
Then the master of men goes back to his place and is no more a master of men,
Then the slave goes back to his place and is no more a slave,
Then woman goes back to her place and is no longer the dependant of man,
Then the poor man goes back to his place and is no more in want,
Then the rich man goes back to his place and is no more fattened with surplus,
Then greatness and fame go back to their places and care no more for greatness and fame,
Then the hating worker goes back to his place and loves his daily work.

So it is that the round world that had got all kinks and angles is round again,
So it is that the love of man that had become hate becomes love again,
So it is that the struggle of one man with another ceases and every man begins to serve every other man again,
So it is that the hurt world gets out of its own harm's way again,
So it is that the tree that had got uprooted plants itself in the ground again,
So it is that the sea that had overflowed the land slips back to its bed again,
So it is that where life had encroached on death and death on life both resume their spheres again:
So it is, so it is.

My brother, this is beautiful for us to know:
It is beautiful to know that nothing is finally wrong with the world,
It is beautiful to know that love may be out of place in the world but that it always has a place in the world,
It is beautiful to know that the false things have a true place in the world,
It is beautiful to know that the cruel things have a kind place in the world,
It is beautiful to know there is nothing in the world however bad but it has a good place in the world,
It is beautiful to know that even sorrow has a glad place in the world:
O my brother, it is beautiful to know, it is beautiful to know:
When everything goes back to its place it is beautiful to know.