Explore "Oh, Poor, Sick World" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
_Lord of all the Universe_, _when I think of YOU_, / _Flinging stars out into space_, _moving suns and tides_; / _Then this little mortal mind gets the larger view_, / _And the carping self of me runs away and hides_.
_Then I see all shadowed paths leading out to Light_; / _See the false things fade away_, _leaving but the True_; / _See the wrong things slay themselves_, _leaving only Right_; / _When this little mortal mind gets the larger view_.