Don’t be cross if the dishes break:
Don’t be cross if the baby wake:
There is a pen and a record near;
O speak kind,—there’s an angel here!
Don’t be harsh if your will be crossed;
Life’s great sea may be tempest-tossed;
Call on Christ, for the billows kneel,
If His hand shall but touch the wheel.
Don’t be cross if the tide rolls high;
God still rules in the stormy sky.