 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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A Word of Wisdom.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
Discontent's old leaven
Falsely would forestall things
Antedating heaven,—
But smile thou and rest content,
Bearing trials wisely sent.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |