Up-Hill
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before. 10 Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
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