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        Life from sunned peak, witched wood, and flowery dell
        A hundred ways the eager spirit wooes,
        To roam, to dream, to conquer, to rebel;
        Yet in its ear, ever a voice cries, Choose!

        So many ways, yet only one shall find;
        So many joys, yet only one shall bless;
        So many creeds, yet for each pilgrim mind
        One road to the divine forgetfulness.

        Tongues talk of truth, but truth is only there
        Where the heart runs to be outpoured utterly,
        A stream whose motion is its home,—to dare
        Follow one faith and in that faith be free.

        O Love, since I have found one truth so true,
        I would lose all, to lose my loss in you.

                                                           LAURENCE BINYON.

MLA citation:

Binyon, Laurence. “The Clue.” The Venture: an Annual of Art and Literature, vol. 1, 1903, p. 158. Venture Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021,