Service

From “Pippa Passes” ALL service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work—God’s puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not “a small event”! Why “small”? Costs it more pain than this, ye call A “great event,” should come to pass, Than that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

Collection: 
1832
Sub Title: 
III. Faith: Hope: Love: Service

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