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Up-Hill

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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 labour, you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?

     Yea, beds for all who come.

 

 

Christina Georgina Rossetti

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