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All in the dark we grope along, / And if we go amiss / We learn at least which path is wrong, / And there is gain in this.
We do not always win the race, / By only running right, / We have to tread the mountain's base / Before we reach its height.
The Christs alone no errors made; / So often had they trod / The paths that lead through light and shade, / They had become as God.
As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again, / They passed along the way, / And left those mighty truths which men / But dimly grasp to-day.
But he who loves himself the last / And knows the use of pain, / Though strewn with errors all his past, / He surely shall attain.
Some souls there are that needs must taste / Of wrong, ere choosing right; / We should not call those years a waste / Which led us to the light.