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THE RIDDLE SOLVED
I heard one marvel, and exclaim,—
I wonder how he'll end!
To me it is no mystery,
And why, I'll tell thee, friend.

The man who sows a field with wheat,
Is sure to reap the same;
But if his harvest shall be tares;
He has himself to blame.

Life hath two roads, they both are ours,
To choose or to reject;
But ere the question he decides,
A wise man will reflect.

As at the gate of Paradise
An angel-guard was seen,
So conscience in the human breast
Wields double sword, and keen.