TWO WAYS

Two ways to every soul

        there opened

A high way and a low;

The high soul climbs the high way

The low soul groped the low,

And in between, on the misty flats,

The rest drift to and fro.

To every soul there opened

A high way and a low;

And every man decedent

Which way his soul shall go.

Copy write by: JOHN OXENHAM