We are pilgrims, you and I.
Hand in hand, baggage burdened
we tread a dusty track which
though south twisting here and there
winds us north towards the city.
Oh, but let us throw down our load.
The sun grows gentle and now, see!
the evening star beckons us to be
here, still, in the glamour-gloom of dusk.
Stay! for dawn and the road lie beyond.
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