What thousands never knew the road! <br />What thousands hate it when 'tis known! <br />None but the chosen tribes of God <br />Will seek or choose it for their own. <br /> <br />A thousand ways in ruin end, <br />One only leads to joys on high; <br />By that my willing steps ascend, <br />Pleased with a journey to the sky. <br /> <br />No more I ask or hope to find <br />Delight or happiness below; <br />Sorrow may well possess the mind <br />That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. <br /> <br />The joy that fades is not for me, <br />I seek immortal joys above; <br />There glory without end shall be <br />The bright reward of faith and love. <br /> <br />Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, <br />Contented lick your native dust! <br />But God shall fight with all his storms, <br />Against the idol of your trust.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-narrow-way/
