A Quote by unknown on rest and soul

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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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