Whatever Is Is Best

I kuow as my life grows older, And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank wrong soinewhere There lies the mol of riglit ; Thal each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed; But as su re as the suu brings moraing, Whatever is is best. I know that each sinfAf actlon, As sure as tbe night brlnga shade, ís BOmewüere some time punished, Thougb the hour be long deiayeü. I know that the soul is aided onietimes by the heart's unrest. And to grow raeans olfcen to sulier- But whatever is is best. J know there are no errors In the great eternal plan, And all tniQgS work. togetlier For the final good of man. And i know when my soul speeds onward, In its grand eturual quest, I shall say, as I look baos earthward, W bate ver is is bet.