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 labour you shall find the sum.



Will there be beds for me and all who seek?



Yea, beds for all who come.





