The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 68
Let it Pass
Let it Pass.
Be not swift to take offence,
Lot it pass!
Anger is a foe to sense,
Let it pass!
Brood not darkly o'er a wrong,
Which will disappear ore long;
Rather sing this cheery song,
Let it pass!
Echo not an angry word,
Let it pass!
Think how often you have erred,
Let it pass!
Since our joys must pass away.
Like the dewdrops on the spray,
Wherefore should our sorrow stay'?
Let it pass!
If for good you suffer ill.
Let it pass!
O, be kind and gentle still,
Let it pass!
Time at last makes all things straight:
Let us not resent, but wait,
And our triumpn shall be great:
Let it pass!
Anon,