But through all the years never any of men on the earth abiding
Hath found sure tokens from God to reveal
How he shall fare in the days to come, but in darkness hiding
Are the future’s warnings of woe or weal.
Many chances to men have befallen, yea, past all expectation:
Some plunge from joy into sorrow’s abyss;
And some, who have battled with troublous surges, by sudden mutation
Their anguish have changed for the height of bliss.