Highway

Bring low my mount of selfishness, O God,Exalt the darkened valley, till a roadLofty but level, smooth and straight, appears—Thy highway, where my humbled, following feetMay tread henceforth in lightness; where the tearsWill rise no more, and where my soul,Freed from the phantoms of the mortal load,In selfless journeying may find its peace.

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