WORK, BUT DON'T WORRY

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 24, 1859

WORK, BUT DON'T WORRY.

Work, work, but don't worry, oh no, oh no; The less that you hurry the faster you'll go; All worry, no work, standeth still in the fire; All work, and no worry, soon wins his desire.

Work, work! it is hearty! but worry looks pale; In its eye there's a wildness, its vigor doth fail, Its nerve is not firm, nor its footstep so free; Work, work, and not worry, is that which suits me.

Work, work, hearty work! see what it hath wrought, For right and for truth, what battles hath fought; What blessings hath won, and what benefits given, For man, and the workers on earth and in heaven.

But worry, poor worry! say what hath it done, But to flutter around and repine when alone? It hath stung its own heart, and dug its own grave, But ever been powerless to bless or to save.

"Work, work," saith the Scriptures; but "worry" nowhere, Faith, faith it rejoices, and forbids every care; With labors of love the heart it would fill, And the peace of the Lord on the spirit distil.

Work, work! how it thickens! Yet do what you can, In patience and gladness, with the heart of a man; The workers shall joy when the work is all o'er; Work on, fellow-worker, but worry no more.—Sel.