Insight

On the river of life, as I float along,          I see with the spirit's sight     That many a nauseous weed of wrong          Has root in a seed of right.     For evil is good that has gone astray,          And sorrow is only blindness,     And the world is always under the sway          Of a changeless law of kindness.     The commonest error a truth can make          Is shouting its sweet voice hoarse,     And sin is only the soul's mistake          In misdirecting its force.     And love, the fairest of all fair things          That ever to man descended,     Grows rank with nettles and poisonous things          Unless it is watched and tended.     There could not be anything better than this          Old world in the way it began;     And though some matters have gone amiss          From the great original plan,     And however dark the skies may appear,          And however souls may blunder,     I tell you it all will work out clear,          For good lies over and under.