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To Myself by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

May 7, 2017 by Every Writer

Elizabeth Barrett Browing (1806-1861)

To Myself

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? One watches 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.

Filed Under: 1800s Poetry, Classic Poems

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