 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
LIGHT.
Be not much troubled about many things,Fear often hath no whit of substance in it,
And lives but just a minute;
While from the very snow the wheat-blade springs.
And light is like a flower,
That bursts in full leaf from the darkest hour.
And He who made the night,
Made, too, the flowery sweetness of the light.
Be it thy task, through his good grace, to win it.
| [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |