A FAVORITE POEM


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EVERY MAN DECIDETH

To every man there openth

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 the misty flats,

The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man that openth

A high way and a low,

And every man decideth

The way his soul shall go.

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