WHATEVER IS-IS BEST

I know, as my life grows older,

And mine eyes have clearer sight,

That under each rank wrong somewhere

There lies the root of Right;

That each sorrow has its purpose,

By the sorrowing oft unguessed;

But as sure as the sun brings morning,

Whatever is-is best.

I know that each sinful action,

As sure as the night brings shade,

Is somewhere, sometime punished,

Tho' the hour be long delayed.

I know that the soul is aided

Sometimes by the heart's unrest,

And to grow means often to suffer-

But whatever is-is best.

I know there are no errors,

in the great Eternal plan,

And all things work together

For the final good of man.

And I know when my soul speeds onward,

In its grand Eternal quest,

I shall say as I look back earthward,

Whatever is-is best.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

BIRDS EYE VIEW

A Bird eye View

Photography by Ranie Patridis

Camera Coolpix 8800

Mail Art 4x6

 

ATCsforALL Artist Group

Made for Gobblin_giggle 

Helping Hand

 

I just need to stand up a bit longer,

Photograph by Ranie Patridis

Camera Coolpix 8800 

Mail Art 4x6

 

ATCsforALL Art Group

Picture Profile Card 

Made for Kylie 

Enchanted Forrest

 

The Enchanted Forrest 

Who is lurking watching your every step.

Photograph by Ranie Patridis

Camera Coolpix 8800 

THE FOX WENT OUT ONE FROSTY NIGHT

    The Fox went out one frosty night

And begged for the moon to give him light,

He had so many miles to walk that night,

Before he'd reach his den, oh.

chorus:

Den oh, den oh,

Before he reached his den.

The fox caught the gray goose by the neck,

And flung her right across his back

The black duck shouts out, "Quack, quack, quack,

The fox is off to his den, oh."

Mrs. Slipper Slapper jumped out of bed,

Out of the window popped her head;

"John! John! John! the gray goose is gone,

And the fox is off to his den, oh."

John went up to the top of the hill

And blew a blast, both loud and shrill,

The fox said, "That's pretty music still-

I'd rather be in my den, oh."

The fox took it home to his hungry wife,

Who made good use of the carving knife.

"Never eate a better goose in all my life!"

And the young ones picked the bones, oh.

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