It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is luring your soul away. But it is only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire. For the soul that is worth the treasures of the earth is the soul that resists desire.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

There is no language that love does not speak.

Whatever is... is best.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.