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God Knoweth Best, a Poem

Improvement Era, vol. 2, no. 11, September 1899, pp. 829 to 830

Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations

GOD KNOWETH BEST.

Some time, when all life's lessons have been learned. And sun and stars for evermore have set, The things which our weak judgments here have spurned- The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet Will flash before us out of life's dark night, As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue; And we shall see how all God's plans were right. And how what seemed reproof was love most true.

  • Book of Mormon, Alma 13: 3.

830 IMPROVEMENT ERA. And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh, God's plans go on as best for you and me; How, when we called, he heeded not our cry, Because his wisdom to the end could see. And even as prudent parents disallow Too much of sweet to craving babyhood. So, God perhaps is keeping from us now Life's sweetest things because it seemeth good.

And if, sometimes, commingled with life's wine. We find the wormwood and rebel and shrink, Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine Pours out this potion for our lips to drink. And if some friend we love is lying low, Where human kisses cannot reach his face, do not blame his loving Father so. But wear your sorrow with obedient grace!

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friends,

And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death Conceals the fairest boon his love can send. If we could push ajar the gates of life. And stand within and all God's workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key.

But not today. Then be content poor heart! God's plans, like lilies, pure and white, unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart. Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. And if through patient toil we reach the land Where tired feet with sandals loose may rest, When we shall clearly know and understand, I think that we will say, "God knew the best."

— Saturday Globe.