Lewis J. Bates

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth read more

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth be known;
Some day--some sweet day.

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man,
Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow;
But read more

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man,
Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow;
But by-and-by will the deed and the plan
Be judged by the motive that lieth below.

The future ain't what it used to be.

The future ain't what it used to be.

The joy late coming late departs.

The joy late coming late departs.

The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong,
Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is read more

The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong,
Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is our harvest time,
And that is sure to come.