In its giving and its getting, in its smiling and its fretting,
In its peaceful years of toiling and its awful days of war,
Ever on the world is moving and all human life is proving
It is reaching toward the purpose that the great God meant it for.
Through its laughing and its weeping, through its losing and its keeping,
Through its follies and its labors, weaving in and out of sight
To the end from the beginning, through all virtue and all sinning
Reeled from God's great spool of Progress, runs the golden thread of Right.
All the darkness and the errors, all the sorrows and the terrors
Time has painted in the background on the canvas of the World,
All the beauty of life's story he will do in tones of glory
When these final blots of shadows from his brushes have been hurled.
Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.
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