13. The Gate and the Way

We do not enter the Path because it is pleasant, but because it is the only track .

The G ATE AND THE W AY

A NARROW gate, a straight, unbending road,
Bleak hill-tops, sudden gorges, and a load
 Of sadness through the solitary track:
One comfort only—to our own abode
 The one way back!
And since we needs must reach Thee, why and how
Esteeming little, shew us mercy, Thou!
It is not becoming that those who were born in the palace should build cabins in the desert .
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