Up Hill

Does the road wind up - hill all the way? Yes, to the every end.

Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morning 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 sun. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come