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LXXIII. THE NARROW GATE

The road of pain and sorrow I pursue,
That so thine eyes may meet mine in the end:—
That thou mayst upward readily ascend,
My hair is wet with watching 'mid the dew
Of frequent nights; that thou mayst hasten through
The narrow gate, I stand beside and keep
My eyes, though heavy, from the aggressive sleep—
That I may aid thy toil with weapon true.
Because the gate is strait, I will be there,—
Ready to help thee, ready forth to fare
That I may bring thy steps along the road:
Because the path is terrible and dire
I straightway seek it—with redoubled fire—
Secure that it conducts towards Love's abode.