Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Whatever Is - Is Best


I know as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight,
That under each rank of wrong, somewhere
There lies the root of right;
That each sorrow has its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed,
But as sure as the sun brings morning,
Whatever is – is best.

I know that each sinful action,
As sure as the night brings shade,
Is somewhere, sometime punished,
Though the hour be long delayed.
I know that the soul is sided
Sometimes by the heart’s unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer –
But whatever is – is best.

I know there are no errors
In the great Eternal plan,
And all things work together
For the final good of man.
And I know as my soul speeds onward,
In its grand Eternal quest,
I shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever is – is best.

Submitted: Monday, May 26, 2003

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  • Rookie Edythe Anderson (8/2/2007 1:50:00 AM)

    I have just discovered this poem in some old papers of my grandmothers
    In the 2nd paragraph the line stating (I know that the soul is sided) .In the letter that I have this line reads
    I know that that the soul is aided. I am wondering which is correct
    Thanking you
    Edythe (Report) Reply

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