God made a beauteous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said "to you my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowers tend,
But keep your pathway open
Your home is in the end."
Robert Frost
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