| The Beauty of Self Control |
Chapter 20 |
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Susan Coolidge writes:
“If I were told that I must die tomorrow–
That the next sun
Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow
For anyone,
All the fight fought, all the short journey through–
What should I do?
“I do not think that I should shrink or falter,
But just go on,
Doing my work, nor change nor seek to alter
Aught that is gone,
But rise and move and love and smile and pray
For one more day;
“And, lying down at night for a last sleeping,
Say in that ear
Which hearkens ever, ‘Lord, within Thy keeping
How should I fear?
And when tomorrow brings thee nearer still,
Do thou thy will.’”
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