Catherine Winkworth · 103 of 207

To Myself

The following little poem is inscribed

Let nothing make thee sad or fretful, Or too regretful, Be still; What God hath ordered must be right, Then find in it thine own delight, My will.

Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow About to-morrow, My heart? One watches all with care most true, Doubt not that He will give thee too Thy part.

Only be steadfast, never waver, Nor seek earth's favour, But rest: Thou knowest what God wills must be For all His creatures, so for thee, The best.

Lass dich nur nichts nicht dauern