Assured

Be it dark; be it bright;
    Be it pain; be it rest;
Be it wrong; be it right—
    It must be for the best.

Some good must somewhere wait,
    And sometime joy and pain
Must cease to alternate,
    Or else we live in vain.

Credit

From The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey (Crane & Co., 1910). This poem is in the public domain.