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1852–1941

THE WAYS

William Arthur Dunkerley

To every man there openeth 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.

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