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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Clue
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Life from sunned peak, witched wood, and flowery dell
 A hundred ways the eager spirit wooes,
 To roam, to dream, to conquer, to rebel:
 Yet in its ear a voice cries ever, Choose!

 So many ways, yet only one shall find;
 So many joys, yet only one shall bless;
 So many creeds, yet to each pilgrim mind
 One road to the divine forgetfulness.

 Tongues talk of truth: but truth is only found
 Where the heart runs to be out--poured utterly,
 Like streams whose home is in their motion, bound
 To follow one faith and in that be free.

 O Love, since I have found one truth so true,
 Let me lose all, to lose my loss in you.
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