Have fears and worries vexed you? Go out among the trees; Think: He who made all these Will He not well protect you? Do thronging doubts molest you? Sit down there in the sun Where heaven's joys o'errun, And think how God has blessed you. Does some one scorn or slight you? Stand forth among the hills, Forget your petty ills. Remember: God will right you. Do long, long sorrows grieve you? Look upward to the stars, And think: No anguish mars The home that will receive you. |