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Things
Work
Out
By Edgar A. Guest
Because it rains when we wish it
wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops
fail,
and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow,
in spite
of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work
out.
Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we
suffer a
little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play-
Some of
us
whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the
night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.
Because
we cannot
forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because
we think
that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life's all
wrong.
But
somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to
work out
all right.
So bend to your trouble and meet your
care,
For the
clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as
it must
and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of
the
grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work
out.
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