It All Will Come Out Right
for tenor-bass choir and piano
There is much comfort and wisdom the poetry of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and It All Will Come Out Right leapt off the page to me as a poem that needed to be set for choirs. Though it was printed in 1906, the uplifting and hopeful message speaks to modern tribulations of our world. The music came to me as a mantra; a repeated affirmation that we sing for ourselves just as much as for an audience. May these words and this music bring us some patience and peace.
This piece is dedicated to Mr. Eric Dundore, with whom I student taught. So much of who I am as a conductor and teacher is inspired by him. In setting this text, I channeled the feelings of support and encouragement that he has given me and countless others.
This piece is dedicated to Mr. Eric Dundore, with whom I student taught. So much of who I am as a conductor and teacher is inspired by him. In setting this text, I channeled the feelings of support and encouragement that he has given me and countless others.
It All Will Come Out Right
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust.
In restless youth I railed at fate
With all my puny might,
But now I know if I but wait
It all will come out right.
Though Vice may don the judge's gown
And play the censor's part,
And Fact be cowed by Falsehood's frown
And Nature ruled by art;
Though Labor toils through blinding tears
And idle Wealth is might,
I know the honest, earnest years
Will bring it all out right.
Though poor and loveless creeds may pass
For pure religion's* gold;
Though ignorance may rule the mass
While truth meets glances cold,
I know a law complete, sublime,
Controls us with its might,
And in God's* own appointed time
It all will come out right.
* The Santa Barbara Music Publishing edition of this piece changes the word "religion" to "believers'" and "God's" to "our." The original Wilcox text is included here for your reference.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust.
In restless youth I railed at fate
With all my puny might,
But now I know if I but wait
It all will come out right.
Though Vice may don the judge's gown
And play the censor's part,
And Fact be cowed by Falsehood's frown
And Nature ruled by art;
Though Labor toils through blinding tears
And idle Wealth is might,
I know the honest, earnest years
Will bring it all out right.
Though poor and loveless creeds may pass
For pure religion's* gold;
Though ignorance may rule the mass
While truth meets glances cold,
I know a law complete, sublime,
Controls us with its might,
And in God's* own appointed time
It all will come out right.
* The Santa Barbara Music Publishing edition of this piece changes the word "religion" to "believers'" and "God's" to "our." The original Wilcox text is included here for your reference.