The middle path is made for the thinking man. To choose his steps by reason’s vigilant light, To choose his path among the many paths Is given him, for each his difficult goal Hewn out of infinite possibility. Leave not thy goal to follow a beautiful face. Only when thou hast climbed above thy mind And livst in the calm vastness of the One Can love be eternal in the eternal bliss And Love divine replace the human tie. There is a shrouded law, an austere force: It bids thee strengthen thy undying spirit; It offers its severe benignances Of work and thought and measured grave delight As steps to climb to God’s far secret heights. Then is our life a tranquil pilgrimage, Each year a mile upon the heavenly Way, Each dawn opens into a larger Light.
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