Let me not fret nor fume about the morrow
With its vague fears, nor yet
Brood sullenly on some past sin or sorrow,
Which I would fain forget.
Let not a fancied slight, nor selfish love,
My thought allow,
But in this present let me live and move—
The eternal now.
Poems
THE ETERNAL NOW
From the September 1938 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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