As far as you're able
Run this trail out.
Day-long, or forever.
Plained, forested.
Through extremes of weather.
Sunny, shaded.
And have me know, wearied
Of such rumours
Where child, aging o'ernight
Dwells this spirit.
Heard for no bogeyman!
God found in it.
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