Don't Worry, Dear

DON'T WORRY, DEAR. {Adapted from an Old Poem.) Don't worry, dear, the blackest year Which dims our future view, Brims o'er with sunlight when we cheer, And bid our fears adieu! The darkest hour never comes, It only ooms before; The loss of hope is what benumbs, Not trouble at the door. Don't worry, dear, yon darkened cloud Is filled with verdant rain, And faded forms within the shroud Will thrill with life again! The burden bear the best we can, And there'll come strength to spare. Hard work has never killed a man, But worry did its share. Don't worry, dear, don't ever yield! But dare the years to come ! Nor give the fiery foe the field Because he beats his drum. These little ills which hover near Are nothing, though they gall; We know that life is love, my dear! And life and love are all! William J. Kohlberg Lake City, Utah.