Things mostly happen for the best. However hard it seems to-day, When some fond plan has gone astray Or what you`ve wished for most is lost An` you sit countin` up the cost With eyes half-blind by tears o` grief While doubt is chokin` out belief, You`ll find when all is understood That what seemed bad was really good. Life can`t 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-- Care`s purpose we can seldom see-- An` yet long afterwards we turn To view the past, an` then we learn That what once filled our minds with doubt Was good for us as it worked out. I`ve never known an hour of care But that I`ve later come to see That it has brought some joy to me. Even the sorrows I have borne, Leavin` me lonely an` forlorn An` hurt an` bruised an` sick at heart, In life`s great plan have had a part. An` though I could not understand Why I should bow to Death`s command, As time went on I came to know 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 An` stunned by every hurt an` blow Which comes to-day to strike us low. An` yet some day we turn an` find That what seemed cruel once was kind. Most things, I hold, are wisely planned If we could only understand.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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