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Is it very long ago things were as they are / Now? or was it ever? or is it to be? / Was it up this road we came, glad the end was far? / Taking comfort each of each, singing cheerily?
O, the way was good to tread! Up hill and down; / Past the quiet forestlands, by the grassy plains; / Here a stony wilderness, there an ancient town, / Now the high sun over us, now the driving rains.