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?
