| The Glory of the Common Life |
Chapter 17 |
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There are many people who find their trouble not in the actual experiences of today, which may be kindly, but in dreading tomorrow, which may bring gloom or disaster. All is well now, but they see a dark stream just before them, and they fear its floods. But the memories of the past in which goodness has never failed should teach us never to be anxious about any tomorrow.
“There’s a stream of trouble across my path,
It is black and deep and wide,
Bitter the hour the future tide.
But I smile and sing and say:
‘I will hope and trust always;
I’ll bear the sorrow that comes tomorrow,
But I’ll borrow none today.’
“Tomorrow’s bridge is a crazy thing;
I dare not cross it now.
I can see its timbers sway and swing.
And its arches reel and bow.
O heart, you must hope away;
You must sing and trust and say:
‘I’ll bear the sorrow that comes tomorrow,
But I’ll borrow none today.’”
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