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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. / 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 labor you shall find the sum. / Will there be beds for me and all who seek? / Yea, beds for all who come.