Poem November 7, 1936 Issue

"Fret not thyself"

LUCY BALIAN

"Fret not thyself"!
What matters it to thee
If evildoers work iniquity?

"Fret not thyself"!
They wither as the grass,
And, baseless, fade away as shadows pass.

"Fret not thyself"!
Be calm, and thou shalt see
That Truth abides where error seems to be.

"Fret not thyself"!
The evil is a dream
Of mortal sense. Things are not what they seem.

"Fret not thyself"!
And to thy vision clear
True man made in God's likeness shall appear.

"Fret not thyself"!
Rest in the Lord instead,
Trusting thy way to Him, thou shalt be led.

"Fret not thyself"!
For nothing can befall
But what is good—Love ruleth over all.

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