The Way

is a magic pathway through the wood, There is a current in the troubled stream, A happy course to steer, if one but could, A meaning to the dream.

And some in love and some in dogma find The hint eternal as they kiss or pray; Some through the crystal circle of the mind Discern the way.

And some no hint, no pattern of the whole, Nor star, nor path, nor channel can perceive— Attempt no answer to the questing soul And yet believe

There is a magic pathway through the wood A quiet current in the troubled stream, A happy course to steer, if one but could, A meaning to the dream.