O Troubled over Many Things

O troubled over many things,Choose thou the better part,—Service unconscious of itselfAnd childlikeness of heart.

Why breathe Earth's heavy atmosphere,Forgetful one can fly,When the high zenith, infinite Love,Allures us to the sky?

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