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As down the primrose path to Love I trod / The golden flowers kissed my eager feet, / The wayside trees with singing birds were sweet, / The summer air was like the smile of God. / "Turn back! " said one, "escape the avenging rod. / Soon thou the deathless flames of Hell shall meet. " / But I pressed on and thought of no retreat, / Till soon with fire I was clothed and shod.
But through the burning vales of Hell where flow / The molten streams of bitterest despair, / Made blind by pain I stumbled on, and lo! / I stood at last in Love's own perfumed air. / So, having reached my journey's end I know / That God made Hell to be Love's thoroughfare.