Fret not, O vainly striving soul,
For that thou mayst not reach thy goal,
Or that the mists of evil bar
From thee the light of many a star;
For as we watch life's myriad streams,
And sound the deepness of our dreams,
This truth of truths we learn to feel,
Beyond all reason to conceal,
That the divinely ordering Will
Gives neither Good alone, nor Ill,
The sceptre of unmixed control,
But that in blended wave they roll
Throughout creation's star-set whole.
