Blessed

A winter bouquet
from the store

 Ill that God blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,

If it be His sweet will.

Though I don't know who wrote it, this poem has come to my attention twice recently - quoted in the book I mentioned a couple posts ago (here) by Hudson Taylor, and in a note from a friend. (Thank you, Becky!)

EDIT: I have found the source to be a hymn titled "The Will of God" by a prolific writer, Frederick William Faber (1814-1863).