A Word Of Wisdom Poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Make the best of all things,
As thy lot is cast?
Whatsoe'er we call things
All is well at last,
If meanwhile, in cheerful power,
Patience rules the suffering hour.

Make the best of all things,--
Howsoe'er they be;
Change may well befall things
If it's ill with thee;
And if well, this present joy
Let no future fears destroy.

Make the best of all things,--
That is Wisdom's word;
In the day of small things
Is its comfort heard,--
And its blessing soothes not less
Any heyday of success.

Make the best of all things;
Discontent's old leaven
Falsely would forestall things
Antedating heaven,--
But smile thou and rest content,
Bearing trials wisely sent.