The following little poem is inscribed
TO MYSELF.
Lass dich nur nichts nicht dauern
Let nothing make thee sad or fretful, Or too regretful, Be still; What God hath ordered must be right, Then find in it thine own delight, My will. | Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow About to-morrow, My heart? One watches all with care most true, Doubt not that He will give thee too Thy part. | Only be steadfast, never waver, Nor seek earth's favour, But rest: Thou knowest what God wills must be For all His creatures, so for thee, The best. | |