When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
But facts are facts and flinch not.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!