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Whatever is a cruel wrong, / Whatever is unjust, / The honest years that speed along / Will trample in the dust. / In restless youth I railed at fate / With all my puny might, / But now I know if I but wait / It all will come out right.
Though Vice may don the judge's gown / And play the censor's part, / And Fact be cowed by Falsehood's frown / And Nature ruled by art; / Though Labour toils through blinding tears / And idle Wealth is might, / I know the honest, earnest years / Will bring it all out right.
Though poor and loveless creeds may pass / For pure religion's gold; / Though ignorance may rule the mass / While truth meets glances cold, / I know a law complete, sublime, / Controls us with its might, / And in God's own appointed time / It all will come out right.