I think while zealots fast and frown,
And fight for two or seven,
That there are fifty roads to town,
And rather more to Heaven.


Poems (ed. 1886)


I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.

I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.

I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.

I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.