"Let not your heart be troubled." I can sing
As free as any bird that's on the wing.
A happy grace of movement in my flight
Like swallows sure of home before the night.
And joyously I join the lark's rich note
Bombarding heaven with a silvery throat.
I learn reliance as I soar, and see
The strong, encircling arms sustaining me;
And know that He who marks the sparrow's fall
Bids me, Be 'not afraid, for Love is All.
