<h2><SPAN name="page7"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>IT ALL WILL COME OUT RIGHT</h2>
<p class="poetry">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.</p>
<p class="poetry">Though Vice may don the judge’s gown<br/>
And play the censor’s 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 the honest, earnest years<br/>
Will bring it all out right.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page8"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
8</span>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.</p>
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