Seventy

My way is so simple to feel, so easy to apply,
That only a few will ever apply it.
If it were not the lasting way, the natural way to try,
If it were a passing craze, everyone would try it.
But however few shall go my way,
Or feel concerned with me,
There will be some
Who witness what they see:
Sanity is indeed like a gossamer sheath
Containing a jewel beyond price.