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.
