All Is Well Poem by somebody else

All Is Well

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On October 20,1828 started the journey of a man,
and a life of many ups and downs began.
Horatio Gates Spafford named was he,
and throughout his life, many trials he would see.
In Chicago, he settled into a lawyers comfortable life,
where he met a wonderful woman named Anna Larssen, who in 1861 became his wife.
And soon three daughters and a son were added to his family,
but tragety struck little Horatio at the age of four, in 1870.
Taken at a time before his life had barely begun
for scarlet fever had claimed his young son.
And no doubt, everyones hearts were pained,
but with time Tanetta was born, and Annie, Maggie, and Bessie, another sister gained.
In October 1871, through Chicago swept a great fire,
and for the thousands now homeless, things looked dire.
But although much of their wealth the Spaffords lost,
their mission was to help the needy, at all cost.
For two years through the struggles, many helped they,
and did their best, to keep their tears at bay.
Then decided the Spaffords to go to Europe, in 1873,
there was an evanglist friend named Dwight Moody, they wanted to see.
So to New York to catch the boat, the family went,
but Horatio was needed back, so ahead his family he sent.
He kissed his wife, and told his girls to be good,
and that he would join them, as soon as he could.
So the girls boarded the boat on November 22,1873,
along with 311 others, for the long trip across the sea.
But early that morning, two boats did collide,
and of the 316 aboard,266 died.
Then on December 1, nine days later, a message was read,
and Horatio learned, that all his children were dead.
Hard to imagine, the depair he must have felt,
at such a terrible blow, life had dealt.
But he carried on, and his wife he went to see,
taking comfort knowing, that safe was she.
Must have been a long voyage, filled with grief,
but Horatio Spafford held fast, to his belief.
And as they past, where the boat went down,
where so many perished, and his loved ones drown.
He found a verse withen, to help console,
and realized 'it is well with my soul.'

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