All for the Best By Edgar A. Guest Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astray Or, what youâve wished for most is lost Anâ you sit countinâ up the cost With eyes half-blind by tears oâgrief While doubt is chokinâ out belief, Youâll find when all is understood That what seemed bad was really good. Life canât be counted in a day. The present rain that will not stop Next autumn means a bumper crop. We wonder why some things must be- Careâs purpose we can seldom see- Anâ yet long afterwards we turn To view the past, anâ then we learn That what once filled our minds with doubt Was good for us as it worked out. Iâve never know an hour of care But that Iâve later come to see That it has brought some joy to me. Even the sorrows I have borne, Leavinâ me lonely anâ forlorn Anâ hurt anâ bruised anâ sick at heart, Anâ though I could not understand Why I should bow to Deathâs command, That it was really better so. Things mostly happen for the best. So narrow is our vision here That we are blinded by a tear Anâ stunned by every hurt anâ blow Which comes to-day to strike us low. Anâ yet some day we turn anâ find That what seemed cruel once was kind. Most things, I hold, are wisely planned If we could only understand.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 03:30:00 +0000