Poems by Themis

The Only Way

Do not cross the ancient bridgeway,

Lest your pale feet bleed;

So sharp, so fine the razor's edging,

White purity we need.

There's but one way to make the journey,

Without the abysmal slide;

Let Grace Herself become the crossing,

And Love Divine your guide.

Nor venture lone the ancient stairway

To reach that world of gold;

These rough steps rise to dizzy spaces,

Your feet will lose their hold.

No man may scale this giddy skyway,

Alone and pure of pride;

Let Grace Herself become the climbing,

And Love Divine your guide.

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