Two
paths go up the hill of life,
The path of wrong, the path of right;
One
path is strewn with toil and strife,
The other strewn with flowers bright.
Inviting
looks the path of wrong,
More toilsome looks the path of right;
One
sends a wave of ribald song,
The other less of mirth and light.
But
‘tis the goal, and not the road
The pilgrim needs must keep in view;
The
path that lures the highest load
Is not the easiest to pursue.
Dec.
31, 09
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