Alexander Lawrence Posey (Александр Лоуренс Поузи)

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.

1. Song of the Oktahutchee
2. On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf
3. Mother and Baby
4. Nightfall
5. To My Wife

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