To every man there openeth a way
A Way,and Ways and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low.......
 And in between,on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But...to every man there openeth
A High Way,and a Low.....
And Every man Decideth
The Way...His Soul shall go......
 
 
 

John Oxenham