BIDE A WEE, AND DINNA FRET.
Is the road very dreary?
Patience yet!
Rest will be sweeter if thou art weary,
And after night comes the morning cheery;
Then bide a wee, and dinna fret. The clouds have silver lining,
Don’t forget;
And though he’s hidden, still the sun is shining;
Courage! instead of tears and vain repining,
Just bide a wee, and dinna fret. With toil and cares unending
Art beset?
Bethink thee, how the storms from heaven descending
Snap the stiff oak, but spare the willow bending,
And bide a wee, and dinna fret. Grief sharper sting doth borrow
From regret;
But yesterday is gone, and shall its sorrow
Unfit us for the present and the morrow?
Nay; bide a wee, and dinna fret. An overanxious brooding
Doth beget
A host of fears and fantasies deluding;
Then, brother, lest these torments be intruding,
Just bide a wee, and dinna fret.