John Oxenham

Be Quiet!

   Soul, dost thou fear
   For to-day or to-morrow?
   ’Tis the part of a fool
   To go seeking sorrow.
   Of thine own doing
   Thou canst not contrive them.
   ’Tis He that shall give them;
   Thou may’st not outlive them.
   So why cloud to-day
   With fear of the sorrow,
   That may or may not
   Come to-morrow?
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