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Our journey had advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road, / Eternity by term.
Our pace took sudden awe, / Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between, / The forest of the dead.
Retreat was out of hope, -- / Behind, a sealed route, / Eternity's white flag before, / And God at every gate.