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every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to the voice of one, Then heaven is his when his work is done ; But if to the other his ear doth turn, Despair in his heart shall for ever burn.

I and my other self one day Woke from sleep on the world's highway. Women and men bore us company, But never a child did I chance to see. I pitied young faces so pale and wan I saw in the crowd, as we hurried on. I pitied old faces, so eager they Lest they be last on the great highway. Another road we have met at last — We paused a moment ere it we passed. Few turned their feet the strange road upon. Though the way was fair God's sun shone on.