John Greenleaf Whittier - All’s Well

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The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake Our thirsty souls with rain; The blow most dreaded falls to break From off our limbs a chain; And wrongs of man to man but make The love of God more plain. As through the shadowy lens of even The eye looks farthest into heaven On gleams of star and depths of blue The glaring sunshine never knew! John Greenleaf Whittier poemhunter.com/poem/all-s-well-2/