Found in an Old Prayer Book

There is more light than shadow.

There are more smiles than cares,

More grass grows on the meadow

Than brambles, weeds, and tares.

There is more song than weeping,

There is more sun than rain,

There is more golden reaping

Than lost and blighted grain.

There is more peace than terror,

There is more hope than fear,

There is more truth than error,

More right than wrongs appear.

On the long road to glory

We climb more than we fall,

And by and by the story

Comes out right after all.

Clarence Edwin Flynn