Poem by Alexander Lawrence Posey

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

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