All things grow lovely in a little while,
The brush of memory paints a canvas fair;
The dead face through the ages wears a smile,
And glorious becomes accomplished care.
There’s nothing ugly that can live for long,
There’s nothing constant in the realm of pain;
Right always comes to take the place of wrong,
Who suffers much shall find the greater gain.
Life has a kindly way, despite its tears
And all the burdens which its children bear;
It crowns with beauty all the troubled years
And soothes the hurts and makes their memory fair.
Be brave when days are bitter with despair,
Be true when you are made to suffer wrong;
Life’s greatest joy is an accomplished care,
There’s nothing ugly that can live for long.