Whatever is a cruel wrong, <br /> Whatever is unjust, <br />The honest years that speed along <br /> Will trample in the dust. <br />In restless youth I railed at fate <br /> With all my puny might, <br />But now I know if I but wait <br /> It all will come out right. <br /> <br />Though Vice may don the judge’s gown <br /> And play the censors’ part, <br />And Fact be cowed by Falsehood’s frown <br /> And Nature ruled by art; <br />Though Labour toils through blinding tears <br /> And idle Wealth is might, <br />I know that the honest, earnest years <br /> Will bring it all out right. <br /> <br />Though poor and loveless creeds may pass <br /> For pure religion’s gold; <br />Though ignorance may rule the mass <br /> While truth meets glances cold, <br />I know a law, complete, sublime, <br /> Controls us with its might, <br />And in God’s own appointed time <br /> It all will come out right.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-all-will-come-out-right/
