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by Alexander Posey, 1910

Be it dark; be it bright;
    Be it pain; be it rest;
Be it wrong; be it right—
    It must be for the best.
Some good must somewhere wait,
    And sometime joy and pain
Must cease to alternate,
    Or else we live in vain.

Published in The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey
Tags: afterlife, hope

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