Obituary of Doris Elinore Richardson

WHATEVER IS …. IS BEST We know as we grow older And our eyes have clearer sight, That under each sad wrong, somewhere There lies the root of right! We know that the soul is aided Sometimes by the hearts unrest And to grow, means often to suffer That whatever is – is best. We know there are no errors In the great eternal plan, And that all things work together For the final good of man. That each sorrow has its purpose By the sorrowing, oft un-guessed: That as sure as the sun brings morning Whatever is – is best. Ella Wheeler Wilcox