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Does the road
wind uphill 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.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They
will not keep you waiting 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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