TO MYSELF

by

PAUL FLEMING (1609-1640)

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?
Onewatches all with care most true;
Doubt not that he will give thee too
Thy part.

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