Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned,

                And sun and stars forevermore have set,

The things which our weak judgments here have been spurned,

                The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet,

Will flash before us out of life’s dark night,

                As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;

And we shall see how all God’s plans are right,

                And how what seemed reproof was love most true.

Then be content poor heart;

                God’s plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold;

                                we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, -

Time will reveal the chalices of gold.

                And if, through patient toil, we reach the land

Where tired feet, with scandals loosed, may rest,

                When we shall clearly see and understand,

I think that we will say, “God knew the best!”