Two gates, two ways, two paths for all,
And all therein must go;
Each soul on earth is making choice
Of life, or endless woe.
An open gate, a broadened way,
An easy, flowery path;
And souls unwary throng therein,
But oh! It ends in wrath.
A straightened gate, a narrow way,
A path the saints have trod;
A light to guide by night and day,
And oh! It leads to God.
-D. W. Whittle
