To every man there opens a high way and a low
and every man decides the way that he shall go
We search the world for truth, we cull
The good, the true, the beautiful
From graven stone and written scroll, and
all the flower fields of the soul
And weary seekers of the best, we
come back laden from our quest
To find that all the sages said, is
in the Book our Mothers read
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Excellent! ! ! ! Reminds me of Joshua 1: 8. 10++++++