Whatever Is—Is Best

We know as we grow older
—And our eyes have clearer sight
That under each sad wrong, somewhere
—There lies the root of right!

We know that the soul is aided
—Sometimes by the heart's unrest
And to grow, means often to suffer
—That whatever is—is best.

We know there are few errors
—In the great eternal plan,
And that all things work together
—For the final good of man.

That each sorrow has its purpose
—By the sorrowing, oft unguessed:
That as sure as the sun brings morning,
—Whatever is—is best.

We know as we grow older
—And our eyes have clearer sight
That under each sad wrong, somewhere
—There lies the root of right!

We know that the soul is aided
—Sometimes by the heart's unrest
And to grow, means often to suffer
—That whatever is—is best.

We know there are few errors
—In the great eternal plan,
And that all things work together
—For the final good of man.

That each sorrow has its purpose
—By the sorrowing, oft unguessed:
That as sure as the sun brings morning,
—Whatever is—is best.
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