Not one sorrow or distress
Lets us off from thankfulness—
Not one sorrow—no, not twenty!
There is joy abroad in plenty!

Not one hidden shame or sin
Ought to keep our gladness in—
Never mind what has been done—
There is time for every one!

If your life was long and black
And death gains upon your track—
Grieve not so, for after all
That whole wrongness was but small!

In the all embracing right
It will be forgotten quite;
In God's goodness swallowed free
Like an inkspot in the sea!