LOVE’S THOROUGHFARE
As down the primrose path to Love I trod
The golden flowers kissed my eager feet,
The wayside trees with singing birds were sweet,
The summer air was like the smile of God.
“Turn back!” said one, “escape the avenging rod.
Soon thou the deathless flames of Hell shall meet.”
But I pressed on and thought of no retreat,
Till soon with fire I was clothed and shod.